christmas 18

29 days until Christmas Eve (again)

28 more sleeps till She is Home (again)

a month of turning, tides, solstice wintering again

She is a soft lovely beauty

i’m taken to her folly and her lands of delight and of dreaming

her left eye is the dreamiest

in the last it was the right

with Her i look East and to the Southerner lands and levees and water

for turtles, for blue fish in aqua waters warm, for Mexico

“Get your passport in case you need to escape,” is no joke


And if I should say I loved you

and if i should paint a picture too

that showed the loveliness and the brilliance of you

that art would be my heart

lighting up

did you


one lifetime could be

just one heavenly day


or if i should find one twinkling star

one near as wondrous as you are

that star would be

my heart and me

that expression

that lovely open mouthed howl

let’s catch the evening again, can we please

on naked skin

as if it were very early and dark and wet out

look, the night’s pretending

with holiday tables under the trees

they’re evening melodies

they understand the night when you flash

silver dreaminess – those eyes

you’re flirting with twilight

like when the noise of day dies away

like when the night stays and stays

like how you make quiet love over and above the railing

when it gives it’s light

and makes a queen of Night of you

then i would write a remembrance of your

eyes and if you promised not to tell

i’d whisper the song in the night like i was your lover

like night and in the blue like light

could we be like them

hold on

one another

then we’ll fly off and kiss again