Through tears of
Joy or sadness
A well placed
Kiss is like
The comforting hand
Of God Himself
Here let me
Ssssh it’s okay
Be still now
Category: Gay
MorningAbove
Like laying on
The bottom of
A cold clear
River bed and
Watching the rainbow
Trout shimmer past
This morning’s dawn
Is the same
Bands of soft
Red surround streaks
Of blue as
White gray tops
The swimming sky
As suddenly as
It appears it
Darts away giving
Way to the
Calm blue water
There above me
ThereThereThere
When you miss
Me simply place
Your hand over
Your heart I
Am right there
There right now
Feel me I’m
Never farther away
Than you there
Kisses
And in the
Dreamy morning hours
I felt a
Butterfly or perhaps
Hummingbird alight my
Lips still dreaming
I imagined a
Prince or pauper
Waking me as
Delicately as dew
On tulips as
Wanton as thirst
As tender as
Down and as
Tickling as seltzer
Brushing it away
I awoke to
Your eyes smiling
Good morning love
GreyThisDay
Again this morning
Pewter skies envelopes
My color like
A washcloth absorbing
Fresh blood leaving
Me a ghostly
Pallor of grey
Everything is muted
Like school children
Shushed by nuns
Hoping for the
Sun’s recess allowing
Glee and abandonment
Yet here I
Lay staring up
At gray grey
Much less than
Gay this day
