Valentine's Day Poem

In August
I fell so Deeply
Richly
Soulfully
For you.

My
Unspoken feeling
Flooded
My Inner being,
To the point

Where the spark
Engulfed the main
Almost
Blazing
Too bright

And a strength
previously
Unimaginable
Lovingly
portraying

A lunatic
Lost in your
Purity
your Luminous
Inner beauty

To show a Completeness
(that can never happen),
a Construction
Moving,
Progressing.

You know that a thousand
miniature moments
beats a single
gesture

(we are much more than amateur)

Although the Fragileness
Founded with
Potency
Of mind And body
Is pounding.


Still.

so deep

That look you have,
That look that stares deep
Into the soul

I can’t help but wonder
What you are thinking
When you stare so deep

Trying to make contact
With something, or nothing.
Anything that might suit.

she had never felt

She had never felt
So lost and so found
In the same sitting

Reality seems far away
When is seen and what
Is heard are

So diverse

Lost, in an encounter
With herself although
She doesn’t know it

Yet.

Her wanderlust comes to settle
Away from the ice
And the falling bricks

Found, so alive and so a mess


Wondering

sf haiku

Old hippie, balding,
Redoes ponytail string in
Record store window.

bottled up

A drip.
Of hope that runs back and forth,

Touching
sides

-- Sticking --

In the places where it might count.

It is cold,
Brittle and smooth like a

Sigh.

The screw,
Tightly fitted, not allowing air

To penetrate

That bitter
Taste, whilst the smell is sweet.

Resembling

-- blue --
Hope.

them

those eyes
travel
across souls
meet
lost terrain
expect
vivid futures.

She's an angel

“Angel,” she pleaded
Across the dense whim
Of the machine

As grit fell on the black
the lightning hit hard
Across the broken whole.

“Angel,” she sobbed
as I crossed to save her
But when I went --

Working back on myself,
Like an unrelenting madness --
Oh she was long gone.