some words

some words
are smile words
the same words, in circumstances different
become cry words...
...words that are agony personified
like a kindling fire
fresh from freshly chopped pine
the crackling sounds from the fireplace
refueling the ache of an ailing heart
the dog, sprawled on the familiar old rug
like a rug
raising its eyes to observe you
when you heart misses another beat.

sentiments!

heads usually rule men's hearts
but my brains are turning yellow
because of the fervent fever of your love.

i bathe every hour in iced water
but the heat of my groin melts the poles
green grass turns burnt amber
envy turns into jealousy turns into possessiveness
unfolded.

an embrace from your initiation
is smoldering but i am afraid to open my mouth.
words that often fall from my lips
are not like soft, fluffy clouds that i hope they are
neither are they velvet petals of a diamond rose
like little splinters from a burning log
my words escape like convicts breaking a prison
easing our from under the drains and trenches
only to be caught again

honey, so do you know me
after all these years?
or do i know you, completely, yet!

sometime later

embrace you passionately?
not now, my dear, wait a while.
i must overcome my betrayals first,
was never loved but it is my turn to smile.
and I don’t want to rush so let’s just hold hands
and walk quietly the first few miles.

[from a story i am working on]

twirled and filigreed

twirling desires
are not always forbidden
the roots, they stem from
are already embedded deep
under the ground
since the time
long ago
a seed to some effect
was planted
by discreet hands.

a filigreed window
filtering with warmth from
a deep purple sunset
can open the mind to vistas
of affection; and
devotion; and
to some extent -
to twilight zone where
love exists only
in a sublime way...
fluid enough to mould
to anyone's dislike;
and like