Slowly down the steps,

I saw her.

Each step,

a wonder. The red dress

covered her long legs,

shinning from the moon light

drawn to her. Long hair

waving along her side,

envying the intimacy.

I couldn’t move.

The shine from the blue

sparkled, but the green,

the green

reached for my heart,

and sang.

In false command,

praying for pause

anything but ephemeral

reaching for words,

stumbling for syllables.

You are beautiful.

Whispering to me,

you are the first.

 

 

For some

it doesn’t come 

in an envelope through 

a mail slot.

Didn’t show up

on our doorstep

engraved in evlen

and a large white hat.

Someone didn’t save

you from sand people

in the dune with tales

of your father.

The beginning moment

is shrouded in history,

unavailable until the peek.

Till the curtains are drawn.

A moment all reach and pass

without a second glance, 

shadowed beauty 

with a yellow umbrella. 

Will scour the books,

together.

You talked to me in

a dream. 

I could tell,

you said you loved me.

Stacked to the nine

brave being climbing the 

scales, passed the fine line.

Passed expectations and morale

precense, he there to be the best.

Two strides high, the edge is here,

succeed where you have failed they

told him and he climbed to the highest.

Falling was faster than climbing.

Air speed through the ear,

shattered the drums

solo.

Shadow emits from the lower limbs.

Light can’t reach, festering

breathing.

It roars during slumber

and still as a mountain. 

Run. 

Flee through the night,

it follows, pinned down

the shadow, the only one

who never left the side.

Expanding across the fields,

never out of sight

never for a night.

Embellish in the retelling, you’ve heard it

all before in your nightmares. Seasoning

the story with white lies and full lies to

bring the love story blooming out in

false flavor. Damn that’s delicious.

Kiss the chef for me. Kiss em twice and

run for the hills, silently relieved to

feel the sun on your skin for the first time

in relived memory.

Can’t blame you. The sun was covered,

hidden in the moon or in photos. How can

you sell something you’ve never seen before?

 

Static fields guard

my body from your

touch. Front porch

is the farthest

the weary venturer

barks. Crips fingers 

call to the balcony,

screaming back,

you shouldn’t of jumped.

The door didn’t slam

on the way out. Free

exit but a slow

exit. Countless

seconds holding this

pen to leave it beyond

the threshold. It wasn’t

the right fit. The night

wouldn’t let me forget.

Dreaming of people I’ve never met

places in cities off the map.

It kept calling me. Too late

to send to decline.

Blink and you were there.

When I needed you the most,

I didn’t blink hard enough.

Portal jumping was just

a game to you. My heart

was just a game. Couldn’t

find the second controller. 

Blinked and you returned.

Sweat driven

adventure fuled

dreams conquered

and

and I couldn’t remember your face.

Lift life, across open doors

flying sixty down

open highways. Breeze

flying through unkempt

hair singing along

to September in

the middle of

September. Do you

remember, the 21st night?

Leaving behind

the trouble nights

with mid level deduction

and a half bottle of Jack,

just turned the keys

and drove.