Reversed Angles

Sliding and gliding 
We sail through life 
Together, alone 
Dipping and slipping 
You laugh 
I fall 
Again in love 
Round and around 
Never knowing 
Where we’ll stop 
Up, down 
I’ve lost count 
Of the times 
I forgot to frown 
Sideways 
Mirrored 
We stand tall 
I laugh 
You fall 
Again in love 
Every time 
We go 
Sliding and gliding 

Those Hats

Funky posturing
You love to evoke
So many moods
One hat won’t do it
Free float
A la Dietrich
Let’s do a toast
You want to emote
Bogie in drag
You’ve got me in your hand
Life is so refreshing
When you’re into dressing
In those hats
Make me want to laugh
With all those crazy hats

The Lie

I told you my eyes were green
You said yours were blue
We drove west along the coast
I kept my sunglasses on
The sand was so white
It hurt my eyes
The air was balmy
I was glad you had the top down
The wind in my face felt good
Two young boys struggled with their boogie boards
A girl with purple hair waved at us
I wondered if you knew her
I didn’t ask
We passed a food shack that smelled of fried fish
You asked if I was hungry
I said no
I thought of lobster dripping with butter
An old lady passed us on the left
Smug in her shinny new blue Caddy
We stopped at the light
I got out and took off my sunglasses
And said
I lied
My eyes are brown

Typecast

Typecast
Not us
Don’t fit a mold
Not too old
Sometimes bold
We’re a contrast
No need to discuss
It’s just us
Flowing in and out of time
Always
So many memories
Can’t remember when
We were not one
Flying high
Gasping for air
The odds were against us
But we always pulled through
Two together
As one
We’ve done it all
Lovers who never could get enough
Yet just being there filled our cup

Free Fall

Moving this way and that
You can’t really get free
You know when I want you
There’s no where else to go
Let’s forget the chase
You are my mirror
You can admit it
All those crazy gyrations
Won’t break you free
There’s a meant to be
Frozen in time
Waiting for the meeting
Of body and mind
Free fall into me
It is safe, you’ll see
A place where you can BE

Ripe Attempt

Liquid designs
spill into
reality,
quenching
obstinate hunger.
Promises slide in,
slither their way back out.
Blue memories
cling
to shadowed nights.
Clear hellos
fuzzy goodbyes,
played and replayed.
Attempts to squeeze
what is not
ripe.

Love's Sweet Aftertaste

Gotta get some . . .
Gotta get some . . .
The way you love me is beyond compare.
Shadows me when we’re apart,
engulfs me when you’re near.
Gotta get some . . .
Gotta get some . . .
Never had a love like this,
didn’t think it could exist.
Gotta get some . . .
Gotta get some . . .
You’re a lazy day spent in bed,
a night lost in love’s sweet aftertaste.
Gotta get some . . .
Gotta get some 
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The Wonder of You

A sense of urgency exists,
rendering me helpless
with each molasses kiss.

So many brightly colored
shades of you to choose,
I sort through a few and find,
tonight
you are my muse.

Passion's Memory

Smooth satin sheets
Warm summer breezes
Creating an atmosphere
A candlelight mood
Sade figures into the flow
CD set to replay
Me wanting you to want me
Memories spilling over
Like the bathtub I forgot
You said you’d never leave
But I don’t hear you breathing
A shadow has come over me
Sing me a lullaby
I want to crawl into your warmth
But you’re not here
Blaming you, blaming me
I wanted to believe
The cool satin sheets now burn my skin
Passion’s memory all but bearable
The sound of the saxophone caresses the wounds
Solitude permeates within this room