your distant echoes

a warm summer breeze

catches my hair

caressing my face

like a lover's hand, warm and inviting.

I close my eyes and

there you are again

your touch, barely a whisper.

In the mellow twilight, I hear your voice ...

it sings from somewhere far.

sweet melodies

echo in the dancing flames

and warm my bitter heart.

vivid memory takes over

my flesh remembers yours

my hand knows your chest

my arm knows your waist

my lips, the nape of your neck...

I swear 

I can taste you.

your song is calling me

beckoning

screaming with longing

setting my drowning soul on fire.

these words

your words

break the sweet silence

and I am forever yours.

your cadence is perfection

with on exception.

your distance.

Can you love a whisper?

Can you love a whisper?
An echo of your breath begins
with shadows creeping in.

The twilight sky keeps these secrets
my stolen glances
my timid words
my flickering flame that burns for you.

I wonder.
I felt you, that night.
I felt your breath across my neck
your hand upon my chest
as we drifted into sweet, soft sleep.

I really do wonder.
When skin meets skin
lips to lips, nose to throat
does my scent intoxicate you
as yours enraptures me?

Anticipation screams in me
as I wait with bated breath
my body tense
senses acute
for your beautiful words.

God, please..
Just speak to me.

Is it love?
Can you love a whisper?

Sunday drive

Crashing through life at ridiculous speeds, we take no prisoners as the dust flies behind our burnt rubber trail. The radio is screaming guitars and bleeding drums as we speed through hairpin corners. You look at me as I laugh with reckless abandon and obvious pleasure, and wonder out loud how it is that I'm not afraid.

"Fear is just a speed bump in this masochistic life," I reply when you have a lengthy, serious pause. "Now quit being cautious and step on it..." I holler into the atmosphere as my lungs fill with sweet, salty air. You don't disappoint, and the world around us goes flashing by in a barrage of color and wonder. I laugh and laugh again; the tires chirp in spirited agreement as my fingers slide carelessly through your hair.

On a bit of a straight stretch now along the ocean, my hand finds its way, almost of is own volition, into yours. You look at me and our eyes connect on a level few ever find. I smile at you, and you glow just a little. How I adore it when you smile ... I wonder for a selfish moment if it might be me that makes you look this way.

Until someday comes, let's hit the road ... you're like the wind in my hair ... I just can't get enough.

A cold rain

Cold waters tumble down on me tonight
blurred skies crying chilled sorrow and disdain
the lonely pavement weeps for secret lies
that my feet bare witness to in the rain.
the echoes of my delayed intrusion
become muted sighs in between the trees
as the flowers shiver in torn confusion
between hibernation and honey bees.
The four a.m. darkness is comforting
my blue umbrella keeps me warm and dry
as I ponder my aimless wandering
beneath ambiguous and lonely skies.
I must be searching for something dour
To be walking in the rain at this hour.


It's been a looooong time since I've attempted a sonnet. please forgive the lack of meter.

First fire of the season

Sitting in my back yard with my little brothers, a couple six packs and a fire ... this is just lovely.
The best part of owning a house is not answering to anyone.

I'm so glad this week is over. I'm due for some R&R.

Just One...

you really don't know,
do you?

just a little sideways smile
a gentle laugh
the smell of you
can be enough.
tell me something small
something sweet
just to get me by until tomorrow...

with you
comes the glowing sun
everything slows, time ... almost stops
and for one moment,
a beautiful moment,
I forget why I'm alone.

Just tell me something
one little thing
to think of 'til we meet again ...

God, if only you knew
how that little kiss
so innocent
so pure
just brought me to my knees
beneath a tidal wave of heartbeats
and willing melodies.

I beg you, give me one little thing
something just for me
one spark of you
to get me through the day...
just one.

here's to new beginnings

So I begin again ... anew.

Prior blogs have too much past attached ... it's time to reinvent.

Renew.

Much love.