Because of You

His presence lingers long after he leaves,
His scent weaves,
in and out,
Through the curtains that curl and unfurl with the breeze,
Through the sheets and down comforter wrapped tight around my knees.

Please, if this is a dream, let me sleep till I’ve forgotten how to wake,
Let me spend a lifetime unconsciously quivered and quaked,
lost in this sea of used bedding, buried deep in this bliss,
his kiss.
This, is my home, now.
I am home now.

Before him there were many, lost soldiers, with futile attempt,
Opportunities of wasted proportions, fallen to the wayside with callous contempt.
Whores, bores, unstable and unspent,
unfaithful, ungrateful, unworthy,
Repent!
Restraint.
Relief and relax.
Reviving this skin again, my flesh under attack
by his lips, by his breath, by the subtle stubble of a chin freshly shaved.
Behaved, I lie here now, alone, searching this room for a sign of his recent exit,
Some huddled mass of clothes at the foot of our bed,
Instead, my own. (I confess I’m a mess, but I digress…)
He’ll be home soon. And my mind,
this ticking clock slowing by the minute
will rewind and renew.

Because of you.

Your eyes, so blue, the white pales to compare,
How unfair
for the rest of us, cursed with specks of brown on green,
Never seen, or never known a blue like yours before.
Never fallen so far, so deep into a color, and wanting more.

Kiss me, and vanquish the despair,
Kiss me, kiss me hard and replenish the fading air,
Hold me, hold me close and give me strength to proceed.
Touch me, touch me soft and let your fingers lead.

Your sleepy eyes in the morning grace mine and
I sigh, this weighted smile lifting from my soul,
This sense of release, of freedom earned,
Of pleasure burned, buried somewhere deep,
In this body, this shell which envelops all that I am.
The one you cracked, broke through and broke down,
And in whose arms and legs you drown,
Yes, sometimes against your will.
But still,
the circle of continued energy we create by binding our bodies,
In one act, or three,
You and me.

I love you.
I love your warmth, and your smell and the way you sometimes
wound me, to the core, when I waltz you to our door
to say goodbye, another day until tomorrow.
Yes, Romeo, parting is such sweet sorrow.
But in your absence, as you wade and wander,
my heart growing fonder,
I know these curtains will continue to unfurl as I curl back into bed,
Back into my head, into this dream which you invade, ever so often, and yet never too much.
Your touch, your taste,
Oh to waste this day, a frivolous hour more to spend wrapped in the clothes you wore
on your way home, back home.
To me.
I love you, my friend.
I do.

Because of you.

Up To The Mountain

I went up to the mountain,
because you asked me to,
up over the clouds,
to where the sky was blue.
I could see all around me, everywhere.

Sometimes I feel like, I've never been nothing but tired,
and I'll be working, 'till the day I expire,


See sometimes I just lay down,
Lord no more can I do,
but then I go on again,
because you asked me to.

Some days I look down, afraid, afraid I will fall.
And though the sun shines, I see nothing at all.
But I hear your, your sweet voice, oh, oh,
coming and going, coming and going.
Lord, telling me softly,
you love me so...