Six VersesFour-Fourteen AM
Quick; ink the dream I had
before I woke
at four-fourteen Am. Well -
I think I touched your warm
bare arm, and you
liked it but
We paced a suburb talking;
these days that's all
I set my hopes on.
a loaded conversation;
just the hope that you
might want me,
then feel bad
and fade away.
Maybe you too
dreamed last night
of awkward love
It's cold where I am, love; the snow
has visited us once and gone.
I remember when I longed for shade
like now I long for heat. Come -
be my hot water bottle while I sleep.
Take off your outdoor clothes and
step into my slippered dreams.
Yuletide and Micklemass are past.
Winter Solstice flew with the geese.
It has been the shortest day and yet
the dark and the cold do not
The miles between us spin
the minus temperatures lower.
The further I am from love
the more this globe feels
Light my sphere again. Sit
by the fire with me so
we wont need it.
Slip between lips
Salt-HeartMy love you are my Avalon,
my pearly gates, my home that's gone
to rest beneath the swirling sea;
you're the Atlantis-heart of me.
You're every world and all the lands
where loving souls made final stands.
You were my sweet forbidden fruit
the siren song of heaven's loot.
Adam and Eve left all they knew
but kept each other; I lost you.
A greater tragedy than all
the plagues that made great Egypt fall.
Your firey sword etched with her name
denies me eden, burns with blame.
My paradise is sown with salt
All Angel's wings
Have come to halt.
My love, you were Eurydice,
putting you trust and love in me
through firey hells and sulphur hot;
Orpheus led, as once did Lot,
whose fingers fumbled, could not clasp -
who faltered; heard a final gasp;
left lost a figure made of tears,
fixed always in his yester-years.
So like all lovers who have doubt,
who look and lose, who rave and shout,
I also in my terror turned
and saw the sight
of all Troy burned.