Tuesday, June 23, 2015

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

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

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.