POEMS

You are the only shade I see—

golden light and charcoal green.

Your blackened woes enveloped me,

while golden light showers trails of you

on top of me; soon I shunned the gold that made me bright.

My honey speckled, my Calvary,

I spoke of wounds I healed with turpentine.

It was your amber glass gaze,

my saving grace

that slowly traced the gold streaks back to me.

You laid the golden showers and its magnificent glaze

evanescently, softly, sweetly,

next to me.

As we peeled back the window screen

to climb back inside,

I felt it peacefully floating by.

I stole it,

swished it around my mouth—

so as the night died, I’d dream of you and me staying awhile.

That years would pass,

and I had savored the earliest bits of you and I.

My favorite part, our foreheads kissing

as our eyes blink slow until it’s seamless with the night’s

dark. My legs, tangle around yours

and the covers fold back exposing skin to the dark.

Our backs, turned against the night become stagnant waves.

All that is between them is softened, suspended, and close.