Gilded Leaves

Our love began as a shiny round acorn

Cautiously planted with fun and adventures

The tiny shoot of our story unfolding, edging to the sky

As we explored the secrets of Boston in the autumn chill

The first tiny leaves unfurled, as we kissed. . .

Love's tiny green, razor edged flags,

waving giddily in the warm cotton-candy wind.

What a strange tree, you might say

This love tumbles quickly into the sky,

Deep roots, tapping the song in our every step,

drinking happily of ocean and earth

Our New Orleans oak, boughs and fans across grass and into cloud,

Love's barkish trunk, of rainbow memory and wonders merry

Worry not my love, that branches spread both thin and broad

For with this love, we have the strength to hold the sky

As tiny birds make songs to gild our leaves.

Orchestra of Unspoken Terms

Every night when we lay down on our bed

It's solid mahogany spine bearing us up,

like two sleepy birds atop a rhino's back

Our bodies anchor in the deep blue of night

But our spirits flow away beneath the spinning stars

We might dance for a little while on the ripples of night

Cut a treble cleff across the evening sky

But our journeys part, with the clouds

Into the arms of dream, sweet or heavy

You are given great sweeping wings,

Other worlds, familiar faces and crooked walls,

Set in the origami of days before, 

An orchestra of unspoken terms.

And then morning light pulls you back,

A snap of body and soul, like a kettle boiled

And it is here where I greet you my love,

A kiss upon your head, nose to nose,

Questions

Did you sleep well? 

Did you see any dreams?
May I kiss your eyes and the tip of your nose?

Can I curl up to you like chocolate melting onto a tongue?

Could I carry your bag?

Should I take you away?

Shall we climb or swim today?

Are the clouds tickling your nose as they're tickling mine?

Where shall we fall on our backs and make snow angels?

Let's try this crazy restaurant in a tree

on an elephant's back

balanced by a string

tied to a light bulb :D

the possibilities belong to us,

just as we belong to each other

Deliciously

There is a branch, green and fresh
Waving outside my window
Scratching outside my window

There is a branch scratching snowflakes
Will this day frost it with snow
Will the evening glaze it with ice

We share our breath beneath this branch
Our lips warm and quiver in sweetness
Our lips glide and shiver, deliciously

Lillies and Starlight

The house is not the same without us :)

We are its crystal chandelier,

wreathed with lillies and tipped in starlight.

We are the golden rushes of sunlight

on a perfect sunday morning

warm and brilliant in each others arms

We chase each other around the bed

ruby throated hummingbirds at play

children at the beach, carefree

collapsing together, two palms touching

leaning our fronds into each other

before the breezy sapphire sea

Our laughter before bedtime

is the demon pianists' private concert

filling the room with the rarity of purpose

and contentment worth closing your eyes

to savor, for one evening more

Two Deer

My hands, always the perfect gloves for yours

naked, they hung as flags on a windless day

quiet in the shame of all the lonely things 

that they couldn't do

I sat alone in the crowd. I stood alone on the street.

A social eating disorder at the buffet

We are such complex machines of dreaming

piecing our selves together with pleas,

and promises of self comfort

but no words were harder or braver

than admitting I am lost without your hand

That though I move, and smile

and give care to others

I was my prison, and every cell

full of myself. . .

So my darling, when we forgave each other

for being apart. . . 

when our arms ribboned together

wrapping our beautiful presence

we bless one another 

two deer, practicing leaps over white fences

bowing swans in the sunlight

treading on ripples and quivers

barely able to contain our renewal of affection

Our butterflies dusted off their wings

like chinese fans, painted for a festival

My love, we found springtime in the face of autumn's end

I wish you a cloudy morning

I think ahead to your journey into the sunrise. . .
I wish you a cloudy morning. . .
sweet curtains of mist riveted
to the smooth steel grey waters

they roll between the rosy fingers of morning
dipping into the wine dark sea
like the wing tip of a gull
turning above the water
splashing ever so slightly past the surface
like a sail sliding cross a piece of sky
whose droplets hold the last innumerable jewels of night

let us pick one of those, to adorn our love
even as the gaze of morning
forgets the existence of stars