unpublished

 unpublished#101(at the table)

at the table
busy, busy place- voices, dishes, movement-
a simple candle remains
with half filled glasses
red for you…white me
and I watch your lips, as the room
dissolves, words and whispers
pour over my mind. filling my glass
again and again, until I spin a little

and you ask…am I listening…
I say… no, I never listen…
I love…

unpublished #103

Found a melody

in the roll of distant thunders

where cloud and mountain

make a drum of air;

when fire flash intervals

bring deeper moments of night

of heat and soft moist  air.

A soft wind lifts a trace,

a memory of a kiss…and at once

I miss summer and you

Unpublished#109

 in the sounds
urgent whispers,  we want
give, take...feelings so full
swell like clouds, wet words
fill arid airs between us
you...my night song of red dunes,
the deep pools of my  oasis