I go to bed to sleep, perchance to dream
Ah, but therin lies the rub.
To dream of you so far away.. makes my melancholy heart
Begin to beat faster at the thought
Of you inside my arms.
Your eyes sweet light to rest on mine..
Your soul shining through that pastel blue.
God worked such kindness in your face.
Sweetness there for all to see.
But there is only one who sees the all of you.
That one, sweet love, is me.
Not long, not long, my precious one,
The space between us will be gone .
We'll hold each other in the night
And smile until the dawn.
We'll love so hard and laugh so loud
That God Himself will smile
To see the beauty of his gift.
the Vegas Moon that shines on both of us this night
makes souls like ours embrace each other.
May you sleep the gentle sleep of lovers..
and know your heart is safe.
I love you.
Truly,.. madly..deeply.. and always...

The Walrus

"The time has come,

"the walrus said,"

to speak of many things.

Of sealing wax and sailing ships,

of cabbages and kings."

"The time has come," she said to me,

"to speak of going home.

Of packing up and letting go,

and leaving me alone."

"The time has gone,"

she sadly said,

"when songs were always sung.

And words were true, and eyes

were kind,

and you and i were young."

"O.K.," i said, "It's no big deal.

We've already said goodbye.

Our lips don't kiss, your eyes are cold,

and you never even cry."

She said,

"You know, i guess you're right,"

and just hung up the phone.

The walrus never had the answers,

i'm in Wonderland alone.

the moment

the moment

if that's what you want to call it ...

is so fleeting that i barely remember what or if it is.

the time it takes to realize that the moments are gone is the moment it took

stangely but true, but this sound of birds and rain are so smoothing that i can almost feel her kiss.

just out of reach like a shadow in fog

misty moving melancholy mornings

my mouth melting

lips are the gentlest body part the tongue is always moist always in the mood always waiting just out of sight so kissing is the gentlest art the kindest art the most intimate act

the most human.

i put your lips to mine and all the words go away for that moment just watching from the inside. there will always be more words but kissing slows them down enought to keep us from hurting all the time.

hookers don't kiss

which is why hookers don't take the pain away. they take the urge not the pain.

a man doesn't know how to say "would you be my girlfriend for today" and even if he did she'd just say no.

women have the urge they have the pain but not the lust the pain needs kisses hugs and holding

the urge needs disembodiment

fingers vibrators hands motorcycles porn flicks

fucking .

the lust needs power

taking owning being more than man being god

the lust is the twisting of man and beast

the lust needs feeding

the lust is alive inside a man raw savage cruel

the part most men deny and lock inside.

the part that women never ever ever understand.

the part that always frightens and excites them rapists never kiss

they put their victims mouths in theirs to eat their screams nothing that could be called a kiss kissing is why people fall in love kissing is where love happens with the gentlest part. the part where

"i love you"

comes from the sweet soft

oh god so soft

feel of lips touching... parting.. my breath in you... your breath in me.. exchanging life

taking away the pain of being human

Oh Sweet Rock and Roll

so...
eric
is unplugged.

eric makes me remember

and dream

and care

and wonder

who

and what

the hell

i am

or ever

was

way back before there was a time

i could count

that lasted more than a kiss

and a quick

see 'ya

I used to be unplugged

and i would sit

and rock

while she rolled

me around

in her mouth

oh sweet rock and roll

there was a jetty in

cape may

everyone would leave

Gloria's bar

at dawn

and go down

to watch

the dolphins

bring us the

sun

god the music

we made

remember?

in the gable

hot sweaty

no air

smoke everywhere

cold beer

hot love

oh

sweet rock and roll

the notes came so easy

and words

were always

just

well

just right

i'm sure

eric was

having fun then

so were we

and everyone

and everyone

and everyone

except of course the dying

but we somehow didn't notice them

we were too busy

with the music

and the dolphins

and
oh sweet rock and roll

now eric knows death

and so do i

and now umplugged

means becoming

d i s c o n n e c t e d

altogether

life has happened to us

while we were busy

doing other things

the music was our

young hearts

and our

souls
it was your smile

and the wink in

my eye

now the music

is the only thing

some days

that keeps me

from walking

in front of a train

oh

oh

sweet

rock

and

roll.

Years From Now

Years from now,
When you like in another's bed,
And bear your childrn for him.
Be very careful when your little boy
comes in the door,
with his hair all in his face,
and dirt beneath his fingernails from
building cities;
walking like a cowboy;
That you don't start to cry
becuase you see me
inside his eyes

See Ya

You know, sometimes you have to
go backwards
in order to advance.
You left me - but before you wandered off
you took me back to where
I had forgotten I could be.
And now I can move forward in a
way that slipped my mind
some years ago.
Maybe, as I pass by your way once more
you'll be able to stay
with me.
Or, then again, as I pass by,
I might be so busy looking ahead
I won't even notice you.

Naked with knee socks

I like you.
In your basic black
and six inch spikes.
Back smooth skinned,
Midnight stockings.

I like you.
In your brocade suit
of starlight white.
A string of culture around your neck.
Fingers alive with the
Sparkle of gems.

I like you.
Your mink falling all
around you - Your hair
towering in swirls
of Drama - Your ears
holding Jaded rings.

But..
I like you.
Most of all -

Naked with knee socks.


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West Coast sand

When your toes curl in West Coast sand,
And your eyes burn from too much sun.

When your hair gets long and tosses in the wind,
And your fingers find a brand new hand.

When your head finds a stronger shoulder,
And your ears find a softer voice.

When your mouth finds a sweeter tongue,
And your breast finds a gentler hand.

When your legs find a warmer waist,
And your thighs find a better earthquake.

When your eyes find your final lover,

Remember us,

and cry one tear for me.

I like wooden things

I like wooden things -
It proves there still are trees.
Sometimes I doubt it tho; for
All I ever see and feel is
concrete and plastic.
Cities are like that -
yea they are.

I keep watch for a rainbow trout
to jump out of the lake in
Central Park.

But all I ever see pop up
are Negro boys, trying to
pretend they're rainbows.

I can't fish too well anymore,
Or make a pot of coffee in a
morning fire.
But I can spot a mugger from
two-hundred yards,
And squeeze an old lady out of
the way with the best of them.

And I don't remember what night sky stars
are like,
But that's okay.

I burn a lot of candles.

I wish

I wish -

I wish my belly didn't crave your belly
so much.
I wish my hands wouldn't shake so badly
when you're gone.
I wish I was skipping in the park instead
of sitting here writing this poem

You're so full of life - I must bore you
sometimes becuase I have to sit
and wait.
But it doesn't matter much - I'll have
to give up soon anyway.

At least I won't bore you anymore, except
when I sit and stare at your favorite
sky dreaming of what was almost real
For once.

It's Fall again

It's fall again,
and the grey is strangly comforting
this year.

It makes things quiet,
and I could use some peace.

She didn't have to watch

You know - one time I met a girl
Who frighened me becuase she was so real.
Scared me so badly I ran away,
And tried to hide inside her best friend's arms.

I could not stay away -
So I returned inside a sunrise
And she said we'd try to start again.

Tonight I introduced her to my best friend -
And not I sit across the room as she nestles in his touch.

It makes me ache -

But at least I'd say we're even.

Execpt -

She didn't have to watch.


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