Blue

God whispers through your fingers,
even the wind dies down to hear.
A piece of soul finds an exquisite exit
in your huskiest troubadour
vocal.  Alchemy,
your heart red minor chords
turn golden, misty shivers
inside me.
Graced by your blues,
I am a treasure chest,
A space filling 
with soul turned gold.
The night conspires with
burgundy and blue, 
a backdrop of stars,
a stretch of cloud,
The applause of my heart
an ovation.
I was heaven's ears
when you plucked god out of the sky
with a black guitar.

Dream

I curl up in your voice 
like a freshly made bed
I'm never asleep
but I don't toss and turn
It's raining inside familiar songs
while I breathe like a damp wind after 
a hot summer storm
My ceiling becomes the sky
as I drift off into the night dream
that you're playing just for me.

Glances

did my rhinestones glitter enough
to twinkle in your eye?
how can I catch your glance
when all my insides are lit up 
to beaming
yet the only light in this dark room
comes from your stage
emanations of true life
the musical language of blues
your glances deep within find
beauty in the dark
the dignity of loneliness
for art's sake
transpersonal yearning
for love's sake
the light of promise
hope spread thin with a guitar pick
me, a light receiver
a little star in your galaxy
desperate for the pen but desperate
for the words to say
dawn smells a certain way
like drying rain and the promise of sun
sunsets painted from nature's palette
shatter us inside and humble us under
a crimson sky
the deep contented purr of a tabby
unconditional love tucked 
under your chin
all this beauty
you capture 
in songs
that capture me
the starlight reflection
in a darkened room
where you are the only light.

Lisp

I hear that you're missing a tooth
With every "s" you say
I hear
something extra:
a car driving through a fresh puddle
the retreat of a wave leaving holes in the sand
pouring sugar into coffee
Mixing sweet with the hearty
rugged commotion of blues
and devotion
like a child's giggle in church
or the ruby outline of a sunset cloud
Your consonants fall like misty jewels
through
a pinky's breadth of space
in your perfect mouth

Sky

I sat in silence in hopes that you might sing
There was not a cloud in the sky
not even a wisp
a mighty plane flew over
glinting in the sun
reminding me of death
and the shortage of time
'Don't let another day go by'
I tell myself
Write it down
every scrap
every outpouring of love
soaked as I am with the tears
 from days and nights 
of velvety music
dusky blues
and the ballads that spin my heart
But for right now
I am out here in the quiet
odd December warmth
under a perfect sky
without a cloud
begging for your voice.

Sweet

He's got a sweet streak 
like ribbon candy,
a savory stripe down a peppermint road,
a soothing reward for the burn of a red-hot
frosty assail on the broad of your tongue,
like the red cherry juice that stains the vanilla
sugary gloss on a virgin sundae…
or
Lipstick on a pale child…
A red velvet couch in a marshmallow castle…
Blood stains in the snow like in Fargo
but made from the syrup you find in the center of choco-late cherries in brandy with cream…
Fire in a snow storm 
that melts it to sugar
It burns you at first
then puts Love in your mouth.