A dance to you

I hear you whisper
of all the places
so beautiful
and so dangerous
for you and I to go-
then you smile.

That smile makes me
dance a dance to you
named for you
for I am unafraid
to be the fool
that hurts your stomach.

You know how it will go
in the end
to worry is a waste.
Yet I too am afraid
of the dark.

The strength of a woman.

Her curtain call came.
She was a daughter,
friend, angel,
savior...

You-
brave, strong, heroic,
glowing, kind,
beautiful-
our George and Izzy
rolled into one.

But this is not
Prime-time TV-
and we are without
your smile on-demand.

We should all hope
to fight half as hard
to go on without you
as you did to remain
among us.

For my Grandfather

She was so much
younger than him
beautiful, fair.
He walked proud,
without ego,
he protected her.

She said yes to him
after only a few weeks
because she knew.
He would always adore
her smile, kindness,
and he knew too.

She became his everything
after 5 short months,
in angelic white.
He would say it
was the best day
of his life.

So she kissed him
as his lips turned
cold and breathless.
He fell asleep there
beside his angel
for the last time.

My Grandmother was
so young then,
and slept alone since.
His name now reborn,
may his passion
burn bright again.

Playing Penguins

Today I carried a bed
for another white jacket
but I wanted a dirty fork
and a shady glass of juice
I would test for you.
Maybe then I would be asked
to play penguins too.

It's such a burning feeling,
seeing Lucifer frozen.
Makes me wanna learn
to tie my shoes again.
Eat Teddy Grams,
drink Juicy Juice,
listen to two bowls of soup.

Who cares
about the card game?
Clearly she didn't.
Even the innocent know
when you're not really
happy to play penguins.
When you choose Euker.

Only I saw the boo boo
on her knee
that she said burned.
I have none that show
but some you can kiss-
make better, just
let me play too, please.

Perseus and I

Is it that we are
delivered at birth
to this place
by the hand
of Perseus,
saddled in brilliant
bright light,
destined to be
unique?


Does the universe
mean to celebrate us
year after year
with nature's most
majestic display
of fireworks
we should behold?

So many questions
fly through my mind
when I feel this-
so close to God
and Heaven-
in the darkest light
beneath you.

Let me rub your feet

Soon I will wake
to see the grace of
God beside me
in her purest form.
She will smile,
her words will kiss me,
and her hands might
even bless my soul.
The great crusade
into her pendant complete,
able to finally rest
on the deep blue
within greene,
her heart cries no more
for where she wishes
to be-
and smiles for where
she is.

May we always live
in the beautiful warmth
of our roof-top paradise.

Good Morning My Love

Her hair could bring
the sun to its' knees.
Even the most violent
wind would pause
and ask permission
before passing through.
Still she gave the hands
of an ordinary man
full access beyond
her mortal bounds
for she loved him so,
as he did her.