poem in July

I need you when my heart is too h e a v y

    when she feels blue like the deepest ocean

I need you when my eyes are too h e a v y

                when they’re too tired to observe

I need you when my soul is too h e a v y

                  when she’s cracking in all places

in this silence, poem.

in this silence

   I will believe

in this silence

   I will cry

 in this silence

  I will love

in this silence

  I will die

in this silence

        I  will meet you,     

        again.

a poem for you, my love.

the stillness within each

                      waking flower.

as the head reaches

                  higher and higher

the stillness here,

                       speaks to me.

surprises can be mailed

dreams, they’re fading away

as the sun soaked sand

  swallows our toes,

 making love until the dawn

rises, before the flowers

open their eyes,

 

                                it’s a strange

kind of year,

but all I ask of you, is to

hold me:

  …..tight

morning

poem 222

         peculiar attempts

 to wrap

thoughts

 around minds

    of children

who have died

eight:31

the particular women 

 who lick their lips 

   under August Skies,

have no business

wearing yellow

on Sundays-

     they have no 

mind, 

taking time

   from the dinner table

and wasting it

on TV Shows or 

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