Is not so much a title
As a confession
Piggy back fingers
Plastic white keys
Crawling like mother spiders
Carrying plump babies
Star charts and milk shakes
At red velvet lounge
Coaxed so gently, never pushed
To play as long as life allows
So swiftly she overtakes me
As our web of dreams wash away
Hands dance along to weave
New memories for us
All the while reminding
Of the years we invested
Together, playing and singing
Preparing for the day
To fill the spaces
When the tune escapes me
Young mother treads by
Soft bundle wrapped on warm chest
Just like long ago
Gentle touch
A mother's words
Soothes my need
Let it be enough
Time and patience
All is needed
A scarcity of these
Delayed satisfaction
Uncertainty plagues
Ecology means home
Deprived of opportunity
One may never grow
Monumental greatness
Can be obtained
By simply containing
All adoration
Safe within
Much trepidation
To give it away
Knowing it may spoil
Be despised or downtrodden
A monolith of affection
For one
Flourishing
Behind closed eyes
A life adorned
Silence sings chorus
Trailing in waves
Over mountain ranges
Always known
Since fair eyes met
A soul awakening
Who you are to me
Some things never change
No one else can tell
Contentment is knowing that
Your love is enough
There's something wrong
My brain is numb
My back is out
The words don't come
My teeth on edge
Stuck in my head
I feel referred pain
Down my leg
Shut-down meltdown
Walk all 'bout town
Spending eating giving spree
How to live life
Just.for.me.
Burst into a new day - as is always
though stomach of lead
Soothing balm of acceptance
clears the head
Long nights cooling extremities
warmed by friction of two feet
Long embrace, tightly wound
whispering pillow talk aloud
Dreams of doll houses, life sized
landlord of childhood fantasies
Glimpse of morning breaking
shakes shadows to the ground
If I topped every peak
wore a floppy hat each week
Acquired mansion by the sea
planted vineyards, pressed for thee
Still, by dawn's clear revelry
no face will hold such clarity
As one who loved and let me be
when I had not a thread to weave
We play, rest, rise
Woven skein unwinding
Houses apart, river abreast
Taking tea on balcony
Always a mystery of two minds
No sensation for downcast eyes
Cascading words lost and find
Fruitless picking out motivations
The bottom of pot, cooled
Renewed, steeped brew simmering heat
Rose between two cheeks
A blush sweet from scorching sun
Below 42 degrees
Blistering sleet
Homebody, I nest alone
Full grown tenderlings
Binding fallen threads
Of existence into thermal weave
So that you, like father
Can protect and heal wind kissed skin
As salty drops slide winsomly
A welcome sting. Long missed love
Count the stars of heaven 