Inches vs Miles

The silence is pregnant
with so many thoughts unspoken
and, feelings unexplored.
The weight of it all
threatens to break this fragile platform
of blissful ignorance.
One wants inches
that create too much tension.
The other wants miles
that bring unclouded thoughts.
Neither able to meet in the middle -
Yet somehow opposites attract.

Friday Night Turning Point

I sent my sister a text
I'll never forget

I still have it saved
and for the first time
something I said to her
actually left her speechless

It was a rainy Friday night
after a long day at work
I bought you a beer

We were only going to stay for a few
we ended up leaving after last call

We danced
That thing you said you never do
You danced

We laughed
and smiled
and joked

We were like teenagers
hiding our affections from
the outside

Punch drunk on life
and each others company

Close to each other
but keeping our distance

Sharing looks
holding hands
hiding held hands
and shared looks

But growing closer

Last dance
Let's stay together

And I thought
for a moment
we should

but even before that moment
I knew
that life wasn't going to be the same
things weren't going to be the same
after that night
after that feeling
after that text

Just Kiss Me

Stop talking
stop saying words I don't wanna hear
because I just want you near

Stop standing five feet away from me
because it feels like five miles

Just
Kiss me

Stride the distance between us two
and kiss me

gather me in your arms
close your eyes
and kiss me

Lets melt into a moment
of simplicity sealed with
a kiss

Like those movie moments
before the curtain closes
just kiss me

Like you did the first time
Like you did the other times
Like you did
when we were standing down the block

Or like when you were standing in my room
Or like when we were talking in the laundry room

Or better yet

After the first kiss
the 3 hour gap of us talking
when you made up your mind
made a decision

pulled me close to you
and kissed me

again

This tension between us
all started
with a neglected kiss

so stop talking about how things are so right it's wrong
and right the wrong that brought us here

and kiss me

Remember
what it feels like
to just be you and I
no outside influences
no heartache yet to come
no over-thinking and analyzing
no forced control

just two bodies
and maybe souls
lost in a simple
strong
warming
beautiful
time stopping
kiss

Fields Of Gold (written 2005)

Fields of Gold



I dreamt one night

Of you & I walking through a field

But we were not alone

Our children ran along before us

Joyous & bright

The sun shone clearly in a perfect blue sky

The wind was blowing lightly

Birds flying high above

I was holding your hand

Yet you were holding my heart

My hopes, my dreams, my soul

Your touch was soft & gentle & nurturing

I looked into your eyes & saw my joy

I looked into your soul & saw love

Pure strong & true

I was overwhelmed with a feeling I cannot name

It was as if peace, love, happiness, tranquility,

joy, faith and blessing combined into one

amazing force within me

You held me in your arms & I beamed light

You kissed me & I knew I had not fallen in love,

but ascended in love

Then with our children’s hands within

our own we walked

And forever all of our souls would remember

that moment, that feeling, that walk

And as time went on we would often

revisit that memory

And as you and I passed from this life

into the next, we would do it

hand in hand. And should one of us pass

before the other we would wait

For a memory, for that day, for that dream

will hang in eternity

as a true sign of loves strength and beauty.

Too Close

The sunlight unfolds
behind the horizon clouds
painting the sky pink hues
of sunrise

But all I see is you
Sleeping peacefully beside me
And although we're inches apart
You're still too far

Afraid to touch you
Physically
Sensually
Mentally
To see your dreams

Wanting to be a piece
of your peace

I miss the nights
Where there weren't inches
When I fit with you
Your arms around me
My fingertips
on your back

Dangerous finger tips
saying more than kissing lips

I remember the first time
(Do you?)

Now you say
You don't want to get
too close

Making these inches
As far as miles
Because we're in different pages
of the same book

(Oddly, a situation I'm used to)
But with you it just makes me sad

Disappointed really
Because we were so close
to something
And now we're too far from
Nothing

Poets Kiss

I wrote a poem for you
I left it in the trail of kisses
Down your neck
and across your chest
Before resting my head
to hear your heart beat

In it
I said I do not love you
I like you
But I love who you are

I said I do not miss you
Often
but when i do it's deeply felt

I said I do not want to be with you
always
but I do enjoy being beside you

I said I don't need you to squeeze me
hard
but I want you to hold me like I'm yours

Old Man

On the bus
There is an old sad man
With no light left in his expression
As if he's tired of living
But just exists
Here and now

His face is weathered
Mouth in permanent frown
Graying eyes that stare into
the distance
Behind them
You can see his mind
Stuck in a memory

Maybe he hears my thoughts
of how
What I'm sure was once
A strong athletic handsome young man
can let time and life
steal away from that light
And leave behind
A frail worn body
With nothing to smile about

And he's riding this bus
The same way he's riding through his existence
Just waiting to get off at his stop