I think of
You now when
I’m not thinking
Of anything else
You arrive like
A post card
From a far
Off place heralding
Adventure you apear
Like an apparition
In the doorway
Folding into my
Arms like a
Cashmere scarf keeping
Me toasty warm
Category: Creativity
CigarBoxesWeAre (to Brandon)
And now comes
Pet words terms
Of endearment silly
Little phrases and
Coos like morning
Doves sitting on
A high wire
We utter these
Things setting us
Apart from others
Like precious baubles
Kept in sacred
Worn cigar boxes
MorningHere
All is quiet
Except for the
Growls and yowls
Of planes overhead
Sounding like alley
Cats on full
Moon lit nights
The greens of
Mid summer lay
Before me in
Shades of turquoise
Emerald and moss
Like a jewelers
Table filled with
Precious stones as
The steam rises
From my cup
Charmed like a
Slithering coiling snake
IntoOutof
I want to
Keep you secret
Far away from
The world nestled
Here in my
Heart I don’t
Want to announce
Look at us
But instead slip
Quietly into and
Out of places
Us two knowing
What we are
And letting the
World witness it
On their own
OverBoard (for Brandon)
Jumping into turbulent
Seas called to
Action you leapt
Feet first absent
Of your own
Safety and pulled
Me from myself
On the beach
You breathed air
Into my lungs
Reviving me saving
Me from the
World that had
Cast me overboard
