Give Me Your Hand

Give me your hand

just to steady my own.
Lead me wearily down
this tangled road to love.
Silence in a multitude of sound
And I slip behind.

Do you know where we are?

Echoes, reflections,
Trees cast shadows
on the windshield.
You trap me with your kisses
And you cage me with your arms.

How did I end up here alone?

It's your resistance halting.
I will hold you to your word
in this place we have created
to the brighter end of passion.
If I can't have your heart then

Give me your hand.

Loving Lost

Love unexpected

Loving clear

Love unbidden

Loving here

Love unsafe

Loving crossed

Love unequaled

Loving lost.

But Still

Questioning, unfaltering
my sense of confusion in this state.
Your muted tongue tells
stories of love, but still...

Mysterious, delirious
your actions in this room.
My bare skin sings
your fingertips, but still...

Unlikely, unearthly
this lightning striking twice.
That night echoes
a history in my life, but still...

Gloriously, notoriously
our fusion of catalyzed bodies.
The world sighs
I shudder for breath, but still...

Desire, uninspired
that may be all we have.
I keep you in
so you can't leave, but still...

...But still I love you,
But still I question you,
But still I let you in.

...But still I need you.
But still I don't believe you.
But still I whisper,
'You are my gift.'

Alder's Song

I.
My lonely Alder
Deep rooted at water's edge,
Wait a season more.
I am a Willow growing.
You are my King unknowing.

II.
From a simple seed
I will grow up in your shade
With our roots entwined.

III.
My lovely Alder,
Watch my eyes turn up to you
Yet my leaves hang down.
I am a Willow growing.
You are my Love unknowing.

A Place in Your Heart II

I'll hang up my red ribbon
Still your favorite color is blue
History repeating
I ran my race for the finish
I trained all year
But when she hits the pavement
Effortlessly
I struggle.
My lungs inhale fire.
My heart pounds jungle drums.
My feet hold lead.
She cruises the course
Effortlessly
I struggle.
Second place is not a place to you
Maybe I didn't want it enough
At least I wanted it at all
I watch her run ahead
Effortlessly
I struggle.
Just to keep her insight.
She steals your heart whole
I struggle.
Just to place.

Question

How is it the silence breaks;
Why my hands no longer shake!
Who can know and honestly say
Where she is passing on her way.
What does the absence speak to thee
When these question marks completed me?

Poem to a Mute Woman

I tell him
I'm just fine
When I speak no words
that you can hear
I write poems
which you don't read
that call out love
for you.
Will I ever
find
my
voice?
And stop being
Mute
Mute in love
So obvious
Until then
I'll wait for that day
That day when I will
Speak.

Glass

I.

Breathe your life on the glass.
Write her name in the mist.
Question your hopes while it fades,
Clutch your heart inside your fist.

Your brown eyes have seen so little
Comparably, your right brain knows so much.
Still you unearth your dirty doubt
of a soul you couldn't touch.

While your tenacity keeps fading,
like the mist upon the glass,
You continue to ponder loves validity
if indeed it too shall pass.

Wonder aloud I beg you.
O please wonder this to me.
Allow me to be the friend you needed
That your lover could never be.


II.

Beat your chest in mourning.
Give up on love forgot.
Maybe one day you will realize
That all you've given is for not.

But no friendly words can matter
and no touch has felt the same
for you to regain your heart
from its totalitarian claim.

Now her name is gone for certain
from that sallow window pane
But when you see her face before
You shall breathe it out again.

All I ask is for the message
Not on windows but in voice.
Tell me how she made you fall,
whether it be force or choice.


III.

Shatter the glass with your fist.
Yes, the one that holds your heart.
Then release it upon the world
So your new life can start.

Light Honesty, Heavy Truth

It's my fault you don't feel the weight
of my fear and heavy hope
playing the blame game with your needs.
But can you hold me to my faultless fear
When you still see her in the corner of your eye
At least from time to time.
While your honesty so lightly said makes me shudder,
I am paying for my bravery; pound for pound.
Now I know I cannot tip the scales
with merely loving you more than she.
'Cause when you smell the summer air
You can feel your fingers across her skin.
Each blue sky reminds you of her eyes
And although my wobbling words are heavy
Her ever lofty airs prevail.
Yet my will grows braver still
Since I finally know you do not read me.
I love you so much I cannot have you.
I have doomed us from the start.
So blame me if you must.