La Lune

I once built a ladder to the moon

To deposit my heartbreak among the stars

I gathered the slivers, the shards and dust

Then piled it there on the moon to rust

Next to a flagpole that never was

Under the brilliance of a blazing sun

November

Waltzing,

On the edge of midnight 

Under a razor moon

A silver trail of tears,

Slicing through 

My aching heart

Swaying, 

On the edge of tomorrow

Under a razor moon

Toe-to-toe--hardly breathing, 

Rocking to the pace of

Your beating heart 

Sobbing,

On the edge of a high tide 

Under a razor moon

Salty sea comes crashing in,

Searing the wounds of

Two heavy hearts

Eroding, 

On the edge of a new dawn

Under the blazing sun

The tincture of Time erasing,

The bitter sting of

A heart's deepest scars

Except for this--

The single splinter from

Two salt soaked hearts,

Once torn apart

Under the edge of a razor moon

Amsterdam

All my late night rendezvous 

Have since been eclipsed

By stable days and nights with you.

You save me from the spiders in my shoes,

And when storm clouds start grumbling, I save you.

And I know that this sounds cheesy--

But I don't care. I don't care!

Because I happen to know you fucking love cheese.

And for you babe, 

I'll be the best cheese.

I'll be thy holy Swiss cheese,

I'll be your buttered Brie.

And when we've aged 50 years? 

Well then babe, 

I'll be your goddamn Gouda.

At least, that's what I want to be

 If you'll let me.

I want to be the finest cheese your tongue has ever tasted.

So lay your wine-stained lips on me; 

Let's see how we pair. 

Boulder and Snow

I watch you 

Standing tall against the fresh, pink sun. 

Rough, loved edges

Cracked, dry and thirsty. 

Just down the hill 

And I can almost feel you.

The searing sun slides over my ivory blanket 

Tugging at the seams

Still, I watch.

And then,

A drop of water joins another…  

Joins another… 

Joins another…

The slightest temptation of a trickle 

Glides across your ancient skin.

You breathe a heavy sigh

As I kiss your jagged jaw.

The sun soars higher  

Warming me more 

The swelter makes me shift my shoulders 

Melting away my dress like snow

The trickle has grown to a stream, 

Steadily moving down your obstinate body 

Filling each old scratch and crumble

Soothing, and healing and making anew

The sun soars higher still 

I pull and roll and shout until 

I finally give in…

I am now a roaring river!

Pushing, flowing,

Caressing and hugging,

Clashing, surging, 

Cascading then kissing

Your sweet, rugged edges 

Smoothly become weathered 

With the persuasive power of 

My passionate love.

But my power has only so much time 

And life does not grant me endless bounty. 

The tides burn up and fade

As day becomes a violaceous gray

The last part of me clings to you

Then giving in it sighs goodbye.

I turn away and accept my fate, 

Flowing home to my ocean.

"Until next spring..."