Bight Star

Mischievous medusa 

and siren smirk

Eye of a cat with

claws to match

Paws and purrs

wrap and lap

in little sparks

(bright works of fire)

Intense espouse of personal truth

bringing closer me to you

ringing bells of warning and

ringing bells of lovers wed 

And if I and you

(But dreams run it so

over and over and)

If you and I

but with match (flint striken spark)

can't stand being burned down

in flames (ruined)

to knees of surrender

And I do

from you to me 

I give in to the charity of

a welcome touch and voice

(a delirious choice)

I would not avoid

And to you

would we only can

In slumbers seduction

I strain to dream out

a life well lived out

punctuated with bright sugar

pierced with excitement

putting aside all reservations

for short breaths exchanged

in harmonious song

Would you sing

(And you do! But)

Could I sing if only blue

and souls tuned inches apart

were all that prevented

an end from beginning

) in a reddish hue (

between

( If I could

Would you

and will you

how you have done )

And I run 

jaw clenching

tired and alone

lonely wondrous sought connection

like stars that have yet (eyes) 

I stumble (no smart catch of phrase)

wonder still skips a dance
brief electric bolts of blue
between a connection

(How? Tell me, please!)

You do

(But is it so?)

Smiley sharply and

learn slowly that

we lowly are

not what we imagine

But what chances build

our character to heights

as if we could fly

and then

we crash down

My constitution runs wild the fancy
and from time to time We run like complete puzzles

little weight in the light messages 

passages of the mysterious
personal pages of mythology
burned and bleeding (but heart beating)
off course
turning to stone

firecracker

smooth red wrapping paper
I've often wanted to undress it
and examine your beautiful inner mettle
to better understand how you tick and
what makes you go
boom

from the past i've been told
that such is to be handled with care
knocks, bumps and prods
can cause a chain reaction
misfire
and hurt us both

but your passion extends far beyond
the bright red burst of light--
that blankets the night sky
and strikes awe in life

i see the spark there
just behind your eyes, flickering.
its wondrous elegance
tempting to shock me

as i dare to venture closer,
tell me how to light that fuse of yours
so it can burn how you want
and together
we can dance like the stars

Little Mouse

I

you are picture darkness and light
   attention holding in little pools
   and tugging with a playful shake
   letting lonely in

you are theatre quiet and loud
   sip strings slick around hearts
   and sweet shrill shrieks smile slowly

little lover of cheese
  nibbling at wheel or hand
  you hide yourself, draped in shadow
  but bright reds and blues adorn your halo
  --fire to announce that which can burn

my beautiful little mouse

Final Pitch

Last-Chance-Prince

It is true, I have not been away from you for very long.
Long enough for some, perhaps, to forget part or all
of everything we have shared between us.
But for me, the parting has only made you shine
in everything I see and everything I hear.
I shame to admit that I seek distraction from it
but it is so tiresome to see you on the television,
to read you in my books and hear you in my music.
I have tried, at times, to forget you with great effort.
But my mind shouts, speaks, and whispers your name
in a rambling fashion of which I have poor understanding
and little control over completely quieting.
Some last mad dash effort is necessary on my part,
if I am to relieve myself of this amazing torture
or sweeten it the amazing circumstance it can be.
I know the way I need to look at you, act with you.
The way I need to feel for you is ever present
and, I am sure, will quench the most carefully laid plans
if you even so but gesture for the reigns that day.
For, it is clear to me, I would fall over myself
through the worst heartache, in the foulest of mud
to make that briefest of connections with you.

Wiz, Bang, Boom!

Explosion Inside

I am guilty of having saught distraction from and for you.
If this sin will bear me my desired than I will gladly burn.
As I have attempted to understand how I must be
I have discovered that the attitude to follow cannot lose in the end.
For although I may intimately know loss as I raise you in embrace,
the prospect of how I must push away to let you come
leads me into the throws of life's wonderful arms
and all the things she offers of those who seek her out.
Although you may become her soon, she can wait for me without.
Your lips are not the same, for I have kissed them both.
Your bodies are not close, for I have intimately worshiped
yours in ways that no other could ever understand.
I am saddened by your illusion as sleep, even as I can smell
the most sudden fading bit of your scent escape my memory.
But I will never forgot your touch, your site, your heart.
She may wait and beckon me out into a strange land,
and we may follow her together or separately.
I am bursting with fire inside now, and you can only burn me brighter.
Just remember, that however we leave this point
and whatever direction we each choose to go...
she will always remind me of you.

A Flaw in the Plan

Renewed Constitution

I am not scared any longer to think that this moment will pass.
For, I have come to see in the most basic sense that nature's laws hold
--all things will eventually cease to be when disorder has had its last say.
Even though we fancy these to be moments of order,
how often do we reflect upon how stumble from one situation to the next?
The fortunate are those who can step in any direction they please
for these lucky souls are truly masters of their own lives.
With more power to correct any mistake than every lesser man,
with more heart to feel the boundless joys and endless sorrows,
with more insight and understanding, watching the universe like a wristwatch.
I have longed to move beyond the tiny gears and leap into heavens
with these lucky few, overseeing what is truly 'the big picture'.
But as blessed as I am, I am not one who can step that far outside my circumstance.
I struggle to lift each successive step as I move toward you.
You, dear, who are on the outside watching as I will me towards you.
At some strange turn, a thought occured to me and I paused,
taking a deep breath I turned away from you and threw a passing glance.
If I am going to make it outside, then I will face this puzzling thing
with a direct approach--because here, I think I now know
that to eventually get back to you, I have to start walking away.

Planning

A Desperate Final Sortie

Tonight I hatched a plan that's perfect and,
indeed, it is somewhat sinister in its nature--
there is no more pure target than the human heart.

It's some form of deserved turnabout, in a way.
For when I had first acquired yours
I had no idea of its incredible value.

I left it on a shelf where its slow pulse and gentle glow
were a constant comfort for me.
But such a treasure needs to be constantly cared for
and I was often neglectful in my duties.

When its upkeep was in its saddest state of display
you cried your soul out to part from me
and decided to take back your most precious thing.

Before the day, I would frequently find myself grasping my chest
and wonder what pain had gripped me now.
I knew when you held out your hand, palm up and asked for it back.
I was stunned and fumbled around for it.

But on that day, in my haste to find out
how I could possibly have yours back
I handed you two.

I don't know if you ever appreciated or even noticed it,
but this is no more than what I deserve.

I believe my desire now is enough proof to pay for one.
I do not desire mine any longer, for its value is for you.
If I must become a dark thief, then I will use whatever you desire
to sweetly acquire this greatest of treasure.

These things will be yours for as long as you want,
if you allow me even a piece of your heart to move me forward.