Goodnight My Friend

I wanted to say goodnight with lightness of being, but crushing passion

The currents of sleep flow tediously when the wants of soft lips are rising

And the coming of the keeper of perfect souls stirs dark winds

Licking ambitions born of a need to feel like a wondrous effigy, burning

Turn in beautiful circles, your thoughts trailing and falling to the ground like snow

Good night my friend

Sleep tight my friend

Good night my love

And when you hear the faint drumming of the wheels and the trains distant whistle

Making your dreams the most murderous form of travel....reaching point B is impossible

The other sound is that of the glass rod breaking in two cleanly, crystalline click

It is your resolve being challenged and divided between self and other

You busy yourself about your own house while longing to landscape abroad

Good night my friend

Sleep tight my friend

Good night my love

And if you drift away with such thoughts girl

You will be whole again by morning, eating the crisp yellow sunshine

And if you think of me, let it be brief in time, but magnificent in scope

And if I touch your heart through your ear, then listen and sigh

Blushing becomes you and you become me, good night my friend

And The North Beach Rain

In tracing the path of that one drop of rain, sublime

The one that started at the top of the spire

Of the immense cathedral, deathly ornate….Jesus

Dripping from the finger of Mary and on to the back of your neck

Following that rivulet I might find the words

That only gods use to describe timeless lust

Chaotic and unbridled, what is the law my darling?

Lawlessness is acceptable when it is your eyes that give direction

That drop would settle in that little hollow

At the base of a supple spine…yours, beauty in strength

And if at times like these I refrain from drink and dreams

I would stab my finger, tasting, dignified moisture, quenching

That pool sends a mortal mans mind racing

Would you deny me a swallow of desire perfectly placed?

I could pay you in the warmth of longing and new pennies

And if I am short, take my umbrella

Let the pool dry, those swimmers are not likely to please

I will work fast and with fastidious abandon, anxious

And when I can let gossamer words float like petals on the surface

I will taste that gaze and the North Beach rain