Only one love I have

	Her				Him

and I say my heart is breakin'
and I see I am forsaken
for I know my love's been taken
and I've no place to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
where you are is my intention
cause your love I'll not mention
to anyone with dissension
so I'll just have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
cause it's there you'll be forever
and from your love my heart will sever
like a broken weight with lever
please don't make me go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
I will love you till the ending
and I'll never be pretending
cause your love you will be sending
to wherever I should go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
please say it, you love me
please say it, you breath me
in your heart where I will be
and I'll never have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
and I say my heart's not breakin'
cause you are my intention
I will love you till the ending
and I'll always love you too		
					
It's true, I'll always love you.
Only one love I have

He Woke Screaming

He woke screaming at the daylightunmade bed
wrapped in sweat soaked torn sheets
remembering things little things big things
remembering things he didn’t know he’d forgotten
remembering the love he thought he wanted

scratching the pustule of a long ago romance
he fell backwards into a field of unfinished dreams
like the dark flowers of weeds – beautiful but unwanted
as a gasp holding his breath catching in his throat

Like the deep breaths of lavender silk
corroded with daylight leaving
leaving
leaving the cusp of a daydream
leaving his everyday neverday life
leaving the luxury of a love long wanted

the itching was more than persistant
within the realm of a distant prophet
and holding his breath he kissed gently
but there was only the dust left behind

He Woke Screaming

Wilting in the Studio Like a Rose

Singing every sad song I knewWilting red rose
playing every broken hearted tune
crying to the music
dying in the spaces
knowing you’re not knowing
is saying more than I could

You’re laughing somewhere
making smiles and stories
telling beginnings and tales
of endless travels without
ever having a microphone

it’s not needed you know
like a ticket if you hide
until the conductor passes
still it would be good to have
if only to hold onto

there are tears on the transmitter
leaving small salt circles
almost heart shaped, listless
while I wait for the “No”
that is wilting like a rose

Wilting in the Studio Like a Rose

This Poem

Was I twelve when I wrote this, or maybe thirteen? A few years ago I discovered a book I’d gotten as a gift when I was twelve. This poem was one of six written on ruled paper that were carefully folded and stored in the book.

This Poemchild writing

Heading out the door
Looking for some more
Going to the store

I might have to sing
In a crazy sort of swing
To a tune the band won’t play

A sidewalk crack
Gave a heart attack
In various shades of black

This poem rhymes
Too many times
And has nothing much to say

This Poem

Etude # 3

Holding without foolish fearswarbler
Without semblance of panic
The warbler restrains itself
Recalling the song and chorus

Even in the face of the hawk
Circling above searching
Perhaps the warbler’s calling
Perhaps not giving a damn

Her tiny gloom eyes glisten
With every delicate note
A tune culled from heaven
Rewritten to bird life memory

She once told me of the ocean
In a way that whispered of love
Not for me but for some other
Holding her heart, pulling

The knowing left me queasy
Feeling the screeching of a gull
Even as I woke to a pretty song
Leaving me far away from myself

Etude # 3

The Simple Lovely

A snail shell she gave hima snail shell
Selected from the ground
Held in her palm a moment
Barely adding beauty there

In his hand he held it
Feeling ridges and bumps
Once a good life
The simple lovely of it

This empty casket
Wrapped around itself
Holding no life
Not even a cold soul

Then there was this
The circle unto itself
Staring, but not looking
Daydreaming of fog

Remembering her eyes
Hoping for acceptance
Of this small gift
Small touch of beauty

Holding it to his ear
Hoping to hear her voice
A last trace of her
Saying, isn’t it pretty

There was just a memory
Lingering behind inside
And he held them both
Trying not to let her go

The Simple Lovely

Ballanced Ever So Delicately

balanced ever so delicately between breath and senselessnesssteaming cup of coffee
watching nothing seeing more or less and less
and tasting the coffee
no, not just tasting, living
living the coffee
balanced ever so delicately between sense and breathlessness
rich, light brown and earthy
you could cut it with a spoon
and pass samples

Sugar,
cream,
maybe some chocolate or nutmeg or hazelnut flavoring
waking up, knowing the very air
as a lover knows the feelings and fragrances
balanced ever so delicately between less and lessness
while breathing more and moreness
You could stay on, you know
you could ride for just one more stop
you could have another cup of coffee
and maybe we could balance

Ballanced Ever So Delicately