Sexy

Sexy
is fluid and red
it glides
 it glows
it's in the hips and finger tips
it's a movement
a touch

Sexy
is mysterious
almost wild
it's hidden
and obvious both
in long eye lashes and
loose hair
and subtle words.

Sexy is
what I isn't.

Poetry to me

If I only had the words
you would see

that without you finds me
spelling your name in the sand
and seeing your face in grocer's windows
missing you like mad

that with you I'm in a black and white picture show
with painted backgrounds

that every part of loving you

with and without you
is poetry to me

Summer

We sat drowning
in the haze of an amber sun
 the salt of sweat
on our tank topped shoulders
with no way to temper the weather
 we let it pour over us
 like think maple syrup
suffocating
in the blunt humidity
struggling for oxygen
licking our chalk chapped lips
watching the smudge of sun
 slowly shrinking away
in the hot summer simmer

I love you because...

Because
to bask in you...
mmm
I've seen a lot of wondrous
Oh, but to be with you...
to let you saturate me and mine
my nooks and crannies
 my secret forgotten places

Oh to be with you!
To loose myself
and simply be
bluntly, grossly,
truly - me...
When I am lost in you
I find me.

Fool's Flower

foolishly
I
sit and pluck
and
sit and pluck
wishing on
he-loves-me petals
that
fall
from

he-loves-me-not flowers
picked from another woman's garden

Secret

 You whose voice haunts my soul's attic
 keeping the winds of darkness out
my guardian against alone
 my ghost in a sea of faces
in my mind...
I bring you purple lilac blossoms
and silent secrets

Where the wild things grow

There is a place where the wild things grow
where an old cowboy has built his home
where every mornigng (rain or shine)
work is done, cattle are fed, awe is inspired.

The cowboy labors his worn hands giving
life each day in this place God walks quietly
whispering secrets into a farmer's heart
secrets of living, secrets of life.

The cowboy works hard, and this work
(almost divine) makes the spirit whole
my daddy dreams of the place where you can smell rain before it falls
and you can watch corn grow from atop a buckskin mare.

A place where the wild things grow
and a man can build his own heaven.