Because you’ll walk by

Because you’ll walk by (with your wife)
coughing in the cold, winter wind
recalling the times you made out:
Walking through the fog on the windshield,
no wonder all the great poets slept around.
You keep asking if arousing her is good,
because all the road signs say “Wrong Way”–
but that’s the thrill:
dodging traffic and rolling over into the grassy median,
breathing harder and heavier pulling you into her,
It’s not sex but might as well be.

Sheets chastely seduce

Light fades as unconsciousness fondles me with cotton veils.
Sheets chastely seduce like gentle hugs from loved ones.
Succumbing to slumber’s sweet whisper after uneasy days?all days,
my conscious idols the conscious: the ability not to be idle,
sleep seeps through my sockets soaking my muscle’s soars,
selflessness battles sleepiness and its onslaught of night,
Smelling myself in self-sopping pillows, I squint,
knowing I must surrender to the shadows to be any use
when the sun overcomes and morn seeps through my shades.

Loving You Ignorantly

I wanted to give you most sacred me,
Then, I would have given all, but ignorantly.
Misinformed of the cost of loving you so intensely.
My vice neither selfish, nor apathy.
Yielding myself to you as a gift given generously.
Ignorant of your life after me
Robbing you of your virginity.
Please forgive me.

Thankful I am

Thankful I am, you are not in class with me
Maybe your spirit, but surely not your body.
If sitting in the seat next to me you were,
The professor would not be the teacher.
You would teach me to admire you
Like every moment you do
That I spend with you.

How do I prayer?

How do I prayer?
Can I talk images (1000 words):
visions of what please me and you,
if I concentrate, am I louder
passive or active voice,
out loud or in my head
is on the floor better than in my bed
if I elaborate will events differ?

There is no space; time stops

There is no space; time stops between thoughts of you.
Which is greater? My anxiousness at seeing you or
my disappointment when it is not you?
My happiness for
The scent of your body is my food restoring me
Your hug pulls me along as I plod on my path
“Mercy!” I scream when you look at me.
Thankful you are four seats down from me
For I would never see the chapel speaker,
If you were across the way from me.
It scares me when I imagine spending a month without you.
I’d make it through holding my Father’s hand.

Etched in Ice

The fire from a furnace cools me more than your fingertip.
Etched in ice, I’d prefer your radiance to the sun’s rays.
Who told you the route to inside of me?
How did you meander through the maze I sometimes become lost in myself?
Unlocking doors rusting for months
You come wonderfully slashing with machetes the vines crowding my heart’s entrance.
Enchanting me with your fragrance, charming me more than Thanksgiving dinner with broccoli casserole and whipped mashed potatoes only my mom and sister can make.
Willing to wait for hours for your email or any sweet and beautiful reminder of you.

Stas and Effect

Part I
sloshing through leaves
leading to darkness unknown, away from the lights of town,
beyond stoplights cautioning us we enter into the natural lights,
so hot yet so far away.
catching ourselves sharing moonlit glances
unraveling the stories that have made us — attract,
weighing you and me and school and God?
I mean?God and school and you and me.
disappointed with our hour’s return we return to town
kicking sticks and crossing streets.
maybe, if we add more night to our day,
we will add more light to our night.

Part II
sparkling gem–beset in cotton and denim
I am the meticulous jewel thief?
listen to the tick of the safe?
gradually I reach in to kiss and hold my plunder
protected by laser beams, I beg the precious gem to fall into my open hand.
waiting for her. . . she does.
what now? do I run into this night around us
holding my prize in my bouncing breast pocket?
for my heart pounds with intensity.

Part III
my bent hand brushes your cheek
softly, I paint solace and belonging in your mind.
I do not see your face but know
your vision fades and eyelids fail,
as you nuzzle into my neck
and I hold you, tenderly, under our own night sky.

Wailing knives twirling

Wailing knives twirling, stabbing through my walls
That hinder your rippling power as your Spirit calls
Me to bottomless passion deep within,
Weighing intellect as 11 o’clock bells yell “Class begin!”
“What do you want from me?” I scream in fear.
“My book bag lying on your altar–me in tears?”
Evenly melted and so entangled I could never be!
For I departmentalize the Living One, inside of me,
Catching contradictions flying around my head,
So consumed, doubt I’ll catch me, instead?

Asleep in worship, unaware I see you

Gazing at you gazing up in Hughes,
more beautiful than you in my blues,
Asleep in worship–unaware I see you
Resting on one stronger than me.
Smiling, secretly craving falling into you,
Breathing in your life, grasping for your touch,
But to pull you from your trance,
Your beautiful steadfast stance!
Stretching into the air for your God.
Am I selfish in my stare,
marveling in the radiance, wanting to share
in the light resonating off your face,
never let her image be replaced!