Yellow Petals

We learn each other with time and laughter

We hold one another in mind and breath

Our joys more numerous than lights

in the river of stars above

our city of night

pushing blossoms to the dock

pushing gulls on a salted wind

When you hold me, I want

nothing more than to be wood

smooth and cool to the touch

like the green forest air

When I close my eyes, I know you

on the tips of my fingers,

like soft yellow petals

growing through the concrete

Together

My beautiful darling, my perfect lover, my dearest. . .

As we get closer,

I might laugh a little too loud,

You might eat a little too much,

My joke would fall flat

Roses! Wine! Sweep you off your feet!

As our lips embrace,

Perhaps I kiss a little too hard

You might poke me a in the eye

I might snore that night (it was wine after all)

Ah, but the moonlight inspires romance! and love!

I forget to hold a door for you

You might pick your nose more freely

I kiss you with my morning breath

I will not always be handsome

and you will not always be beautiful

and love is mortal, as are we

But I give you my awkwardness, 

 my romantic heart,

  my forgetfulness,

   my poetry,

    my strange body,

     my devotion,

      my neuroses,

I give it all to you. . .

I'll will always make you smile,

and when I am in your arms, 

I will always feel warm

for what is love, if not an agreement to see each other

to really, really see each other, 

and still our eye shine,

our lips curl like clouds in the wind, 

and we sigh, together.

Haikus Dreaming

Dream of you last night

Walking along the water

I am your warm scarf

When you are in need, 

I am your man. I am oak 

place your back to me

From you, I only

steal glances by the millions

return them often

Dream my hand in yours

warm, firm, and we are ready

the whole world is ours

Place your hand on me

Feel my solid heart, beating

Leaping to meet you

I hold you close, with

my whole heart, both hands, fingers

crossed, and arms open

Kiss me like a kite

caught on a tree in a storm

free me, welcome me.

For you are my moon

the moon that makes the sun shine 

and the oceans burn

Let our branches grow,

and brush, and touch, and tangle,

until our storm. . . comes

Night slips by our bed,

tangled, we blissfully dream. . .

magic, in our skin.

Sunlight on Water

Look at me, my love

I am sunlight on water,

because I have you :)

Look at me as I look at you

You are moonlight

cooling my hot skin

We are two hands, clasped together

Fingers mixing in warmth

as sand dancing beneath the waves

fish, flick their silvery tails

donating scales to star our endless blue

And when we part, as at times we must

I'll reach you with a loving pen

until nightly, we find 

our way together again

Miss You

I miss the giddy music in my nerves, 

when you run your fingers through my hair. 

I miss the playful light in your eyes 

when are about to pounce on me. 

You lean toward me like a tyrannosaurus 

about to ruffle my hair 

(but who is also ticklish!), 

giggling all along

I miss the way you purse your lips,

like you're about to whistle. . . 

when you try on earrings in a mirror, 

or when you're upset with me.

I think you'd put me in your purse

Only to look for me a little later

with the tips of your little claws, 

because sometimes 

you missed me too

butterflies tango

The butterflies in my tummy have flourished. 

They are in my heart,

dancing a fine twirling argentine tango 

(complicated with extra pairs of legs). 

They are sliding about my veins,

like over-joyed kids 

in a waterpark 

drunk on the hot pulse 

of a summer day. 

They are in my mind. . . 

I am a butterfly, 

affectionately brushing your petals 

with my fine wiry antennae, 

clinging to your silken petals. 

In the leisurely sun 

of a perfect day, 

or in the slick rain of life's obstacles, 

I shield you with my little wings, 

and drink in your fragrance 

with great pleasure. . . 

always.

A Kiwi in a Forest of Legs

What does our world looks like from the outside? 

Is it a tiny drop of rain, 

shining bright as a gem, 

sitting atop a fresh blade of grass? I

s it a vibrant, dancing star, 

guiding any others 

who should peek its distant light? 

Perhaps it is an elusive, 

puffball of a kiwi bird, 

darting between the forests of legs 

on a busy New York sidewalk. 

A passing stranger might wonder 

at something so curious 

and out of place. 

However, 

before they can fumble for their phones 

and capture it for karma, 

before they can google 

whether the kiwi bird 

is known to live in major north american cities, 

before they check their newspapers 

for reports of escaped kiwi's, 

we'll have drifted out of sight, 

leaving them wondering, 

and perhaps 

with a little smile on their face.