Ballerina

Name a song
I�ll sing to it
in front of crowds or
just the room
but
while the records turning
and loneliness is singing
I think I am a ballerina
and I let the music
mold me, move
My limbs into graceful
arcs and coils

Name a song
I�ll play it
my fingers moves so
quickly cross the board
but
all I�ve ever wanted is
is to dance with poise
instead of clumsy plunking
Or cracking voice.
Let the melody control me,
while I dance alone.

Break

Bone scrapes along black pavement
A crack and disconnection
Wrap me up in your fiberglass embrace
A smothering protection
What lay beneath my concrete cast
Is a crushed collection
Of bone, muscle and raw nerves
A joint without its flexion
I pick the gravel out of my knees
A week after inspection
But all the while my body still
Is beginning a resurrection
Mending the splintered bones and scars of
Absolute broken perfection.

Sleep Calls

Sleep calls me to come to bed
To rest my head upon his chest
and let his soft, rhythmic breaths
Lull me to a slumber deep.

Sleep whispers in my ear
of dreamings to be had
with my body in bed
and my head in the clouds

Sleep inhales my life from limbs
and heralds the warmth
and comfort of the night.
Tiredness seeps into my bones.

Sleep pours sand into my eyelids
weighed down by the day.
Sleep is calling me to bed
I shall not keep him waiting.

Confidant (Revisited)

Move my heart to you,
The direction of my intentions.
Can you help my arms to hold
my love without "I love you?"
What's your reaction to my inaction
When you assure what seems unsure?
Still I speak my truthless speech
And I quiet my disquietude.
Could you save me from my sanity?
Will you dare me to be daring?
I expect that, respect that, accept that.
Revive me, alive.

Scorched

First I loved his passion.
His words crackled the fire inside
And he glowed like embers stoked.
I stared deeply in the flame
the molten core, blue dancing tips.
His fire became my sun
and blinded me straight through.
I couldn�t see the fires burn
consume, ravage, and destroy us.
I was ablaze with him.
But once the fire burned out,
and all was reduced to ashes,
I was left to smolder.

Impromptu

Strange song,
Your notes are lightening bugs at dusk:
A blink in the night littered with stars.
You deserve a place in the sky
But you live in the moment.
No chords are written down
Or words recorded.

Sound lasts for an instant
But somewhere between the earth and sky,
You live forever in me.
You were born with the curtain
And you die with its fall.
For your life�s beauty and brevity
I cry.

Poetic

Before I knew you, I wrote love
I wrote of adoration and infatuation
Poems about passion, or lack thereof
for I had yet to feel the sensation.

I realize now that all my poems
when written in a loving pen
No matter what the words or whims
Are prayers for you without amen.

And as all poems have their ends
Poetry's endings are prophetic
And as each prior poem portends
My love for you is poetic.