Beginning

I tiptoe around the casualty of your violence;

pray not wake the beast - pray let love live,

let sleep heal forebodings of yester-year.

Silence sows itself into a wild bed,

and I witness your chest rise and the fall of seasons,

head nod through a fantasy and come full circle

to a new world where eyelids part in ancient sadness

wearing the wounds of tiresome dreams.

I slink back to the selvage of wood connecting

two worlds to watch the huntress wake - give space,

and solitude to healing rain and look up

to see the pallet change. The dew glows around this shapen

figure and I am taut at means for an escape lest

I become new prey, fresh and meaty. The wind gusts around me

and her body stiffens to the scent - I take leave

to let love live, and let happenings heal

the heaviness of new footfalls.

Lost in the Sun

Memories resurface

like ducks on a pond - pitter-patter,

ripples scatter,

try to catch them with my net before shore.

Stop the engine, load my gun,

just one round then it's done.

Pull the starter - unleash the beast,

go get your trophey - it will be a feast.

Set the table, there's room for one,

lost all the ripples while on the run.

One round, one dog, one duck,

one gun, a hundred ripples

lost in the sun.

Running Away

Take me back to the time

of our first disclosure,

when poetry was simply words

strung together forming childlike tales

of hand-me-downs and days gone by;

when sentences were sterile and metaphors

lovely in their innocence.

Take me to the time of budding flowers,

when motivation was something to be sought after—

a time for living, heart-strung

on sleeveless t-shirts,

working the fields, and minimum wage.

Send me back to the place

where creativity was boundless

and stifled silence from gaunt tongues

did not yet exist;

a time of heartache and heart break,

whimsical fantasy lore

and creatures of comfort.

Usher me back to the place where I began,

a place of stainless pleasure,

when bike rides were just bike rides

and sex was naught yet found.

The place where abandonment was a lie

and the future still held all her stars in the sky.