Louise only got from me innocent poetry
Although she played to not listen
But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else
Ever could offer the same
Some say she knowingly tasts like a recipe
Although so foolish and willing
I said Babe I can picture you bend as if wanting to
Bow as the curtain goes down
Coddle some […]

there is light in my lady’s house
and there’s none but some falling rain
this like a spoken word
she is more than her thousand names
no hands are half as gentle
or firm as they like to be
thank God you see me the way you do
strange as you are to me
it is good in my lady’s house
every shape that […]

Tonight, we’re the sea and the salty breeze
the milk from your breast is on my lips
and lovelier words from your mouth to me
when salty my sweat and fingertips
Our hands they seek the end of afternoon
My hands believe and move over you
Tonight, we’re the sea and
the rhythm there
the waves and the wind and night is black
tonight […]

I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images and when
we kiss they’re perfectly aligned
and I have to speculate that God himself
did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay
and true, it may seem like a stretch, but
its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
head when you’re away […]

Found your mittens behind a box of pictures
You would wear them before I brewed the tea
That’s one memory I can easily conjure
Weary memory I can always see
Found your rosary broken into pieces
Every night by the bed you’d kiss the beads
Those are moments that I can always relive
Weary memories I can always see
Found a photo of […]