language

Hush that much

It is dark and your eyes are closed

You cannot see my bedtime smile

but in the warmth of my soft scent

you inhale what I earn to say

 

My voice fills your tired body

Your heart floods your consenting mind

with the loving verses of life

Such is a much busy dreamy night

PERFECT

a way with words

she had

got away with it

with my heart in her hand

my soul under her arm

 

love was a crossword

she had

filled in no time

horizontal then vertical

my despair in perfect order

Camouflaged

Outgrown and foreign to myself

I became this domestic hazard

like a quiet swamp to homeland security

Buzzing with life-beating life

camouflaged in seasonal fashion

I froze my own accounts and will not tell anything

The birth of a word

The world of a bird

slides and swirls

under the wings of time

Time flies

Is it time to sing?

The world of the wise

whims and chimes

when the unspeakable hatches

Time lies

Is it time to reason?