straight to the skull

It hits just like a bowling ball
A hundred pounds straight to the skull
Such force could bring a god to knees
But touches soft like a warm breeze
This touch may burn into a flame
Which blazes on for countless days
And keeps a wand'ring soul enmeshed
The closest thing it knows to rest
This cradle dissolves all old fears
Sinks them at end of the pier
Drowns them, leaves them for the dogs
Forgets the names they had been called
A future filled with sights to see
Entrancing, it's sweet melody
Blind eyes are opened to the sun
A world is realized; life's begun.

an unsettling trend

What the fuck is going on?
What the hell is all this noise?
I feel as if I've been discarded
into a pile of old, unwanted toys.
I just don't see why it is I'm being
booted off the island again -
this is turning very quickly into
a quite unsettling trend.
I'm tired of being scolded.
I'm tired of hearing threats.
I don't know how to feel now that
you've actually followed through with it.
I'd like to cry, or scream, or stomp,
but there's a hollowness in my chest,
and despite how hard I may try,
no emotion can be expressed.

Things click

It is such a wonder how
things just sometimes click.
Along comes a special person
who fits in the right niche.
They fall right in, so steady,
so strong and full of light.
Their beacon shines right at you
pierces your deep, dark night.
A prevailing sense of rightness
illuminates the path.
Warmth and grace and kindness
muffle the distant past.
A sensation that is natural
deep within the bones is felt.
A whisper of the conscience
allows the soul to melt
right into something perfect
which cannot be withheld.

Blurred Colors

It's amazing how much time new
lovers spend awake in bed,
counting every moment as a
precious grain of sand.
Whispers and soft chuckles and
the world becomes less clear.
Colors blur when feelings stir;
the heart does not feel fear.
Deep pull of something tidal,
perhaps the psyche sees -
the shifting of a paradigm,
a subtle, sweet, warm breeze.

Each kiss could last for hours,

one glimpse for many days.

What wonder in a lover's voice;

such beauty in their gaze.

Walls, so quickly, they come down,

as vulnerability drifts away.

Touch of a hand can make the worst

of bad days far less gray. 

Embrace could level mountains;
could make the whole world shake.
Invincible, love makes us feel-
a quest worth every stake.

Spoons

I am so unbelievably sorry
I forgot your long spoon.
What a terrible thing
For a server to do!
Among seven tables
Holding a full 32,
I just cannot believe
I forgot your damned spoon.
Between ranches and sodas,
All the things I must do.
All the napkins and silver,
And the screaming kids, too.
Several times past your table
I made eye contact with you.
At no time did you flag me,
And ask for a spoon.
When I stopped and asked,
"What else can I do?"
The frowns and raised eyebrows;
"Where is my spoon?"
"I'm so sorry, I'll get it!"
To my station I flew.
Returned in a jiffy,
"I'm so sorry, your spoon!"
Condescending frowns again,
No response from you brutes.
And then, when you cashed out,
The things left were two:
Exact change plus a penny.
You can choke on your spoon.

Fuck you.