Beat and Pulse Non-Synchronous

Shifting mood Smiles, snickers and giggles

When I'd rather Laughter, screams and moans

Starting to pick up -
snatches of conversation
(I'm out of hearing)

but, How to ask . . . do You want to dance ?

may I dance ? with you ?

Something tells me

Before / After

Shuffling along day to day in a tedium dark and gray
Punctuated by sleep and small desires
Shaken alive by the first glimpses
of you, stirring my ebbing fires
A birth of hope in a former desert of arid dreams
like dew sparkled blades of grass
I drink hungrily of your lips since first they touched to mine

Come with me, can you ?

The yellow flowered

hills are near, can you

feel them ? Yellow

flowers, many, warmth

flows as souls touch,

eyes look out ( cat's eyes )

( Deep brown, do you like cats ? )

The flower doesn't

die, it spreads it's seeds

to make more flowers

Can't say what tomorrow will bring
or take,
Was standing in a room with a candle
in the center and someone else
I know that no matter how far either
of us move from the candle the light
Will always touch us both
So it is,
One other has been in that room
To see the light

Come with me
Can you ?
To run through hills and flowers
To touch the dew laden earth
To remember ( though now I can, it's not quite clear
Hazy as your face projected to my mind
From some distant star
Warm feeling grows flows inside me.
You ?

Cat's eyes look inward outward

Dancing in my tears
is an easy way to fall down
can any one tell
me why I can still have them
but not the means
to stop (crying) at a dream
alone for a moment
alone for the rest of my days
thanks for the darkness
of all these nights
a place to hide my
sore and reddened eyes

Did you ever notice

that a question mark

is one half of a

heart

?

I

must

be

quite ill

to think such nonsense

I'm tired I guess

Goodnight my fears

may tomorrow

show you and me

a new light

¿

Distancing imminent
for unclear reasons
a disappointment in developing
drags down day to dull and gray
I wonder is your chill a hesitation
Observing flickering sex on the silver screen
Exiting after to daylite and back to your street
words I fear to hear
blood drains from my face