Midwinter II

Snow is gathering
Falls without
Logistical warning
I sure doubt
Ankle socks will do,
With white about
My ankle high shoes;
Laces out

Your scarf is wrapping
'Round my heart,
The earth is dancing
Torn apart
Cloves of evergreen
Holds to start,
A new beginning
In my heart

A Star to Guide is Coming!

A star to guide
It burns as bright
A million years away
Before the son
A million years ago
And the Lord conceived
In Mary's womb
To bring her into light
And cause the star to come
To guide our way tonight
A star to guide is coming!
Praise the Lord
His perfect timing!
You super nova
Hold your lamp-stand high
Oh angels o'er the Earth
Bring forth our star
The star to guide our way
To the Son of God

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Touché, Michael Willis

His marksmanship poised
Delivered to kill us
His words sharp as tongues
Touché, Michael Willis

1 PM
Thievery logistics
Like stealing ideas
Passed over hands glued
Keyboards to fingernails
Bruises of culture
Riddle decrees
As truth becomes commodity
And wealth an ideal
I read them there
Surveying the screen
A landscape of luxury
Only one click away

I am Not a Child. These Are Not My Siblings

I stand mistaking everyone
Polishing my eye-glasses
Why am I screaming?
Who is this crying with me?
She says to me, over and over:
"Wake up, Christopher,
You are no longer a child."
And, "Snap out of it."

If I sit still and think
Now I can save my future
I'll save it in a memory
The map to consciousness
I'll repeat to myself,
"You have Alzheimer's;
It's only getting worse."
And, "You found her long ago."

Day of the Dog

We're off through the winding woods
Touting our masculinity
We four brothers; invincible
Loosening our trousers
Now bare to our toes
Our backs to the forest
The dock will bend to us
And wake in morning pond
I fly towards the gleam
Five hundred yards of shimmering
The water's cool as rain
It floods my naked skin
They follow me; the eldest then
We never felt ashamed
I surface now to catch my breath
And calm my overwhelming joy

The Burgeoning Winter

I can't but feel I'm missing time
Alone outside in bundled abode
White pillows up nicely my booted heels
I button up snug my overcoat
Wandering legs and a frigged nose
Alternative paths dance overhead
Not for my feet having no place to rest
Would I be out nowhere instead of inside

The fire grows tired and smolders
Honest, inside I can feel it grow cold
Dim grows the light in my soul
And not for the time growing old
Fuel is low and in demand
I'm asking the Lord for some tinder
A bitter bite off of my hands; my eyes
Raised high as the burgeoning winter

The Pirate Queen

If the saw grass is to our knees
All we'll see of our feet
Is your toenails; pretty and pink
We laugh as we run to the sea

Acting like we've never been silly
Using leaves to paintbrush our dreams
Where our backyards can meet
Now you've always been with me

The last remaining butterfly
In a field of floating strings
I found you breaking free
And spreading out your wings

Then we destroyed the moon
And gazed upon the stars
Said our long good-byes
And drank a drink to better tides

Now look me in the window
And ask the passing light
If it could be so kind
To kiss us both goodnight

The Body Ends; The Spirit Leaves (+ hour 7)

The body ends; the spirit leaves
My love will never fade
The mountains fall; the wells recede
My fountain will prevail

12 PM
The joys of the day
I skip from the curb
The maple leaf on my heals
I can feel my spirit fly
Maybe if I jump enough
I'll simply float away
If the sky won't hold me up
It'll surely keep my footing
Orange and red and brown
Against the blue and me
Overlooks my path
And covers up my black

Runny Mathematics (+ hours 5 & 6)

Runny mathematics
Bleeds and bleeds
Water trickles
Tickles; it's kinda funny

10 AM
The last of sounding thunder
Distance closes my umbrella
Morning spreads my arms
As if to part the clouds
Pebbles spot the pavement
Chips of concrete underfoot
Mixed the wet with rubber
And the subtle slip
I run my shadow fingers
Over blades of grass
Through the shade of fences
And the cliffs of cracks

11 AM
Settle down these stairs
I huddle up the rail
Catch a gasp of autumn
As I come up for air
A simple-minded recess
To dine with passing scholars
Left and right they go
Some pause at me and wonder
No joy to eat alone
At least no less to sleep
I comfort lonesome softly
With fluffy chocolate sweets

Boulevard

I raise my ice pick in the morning of the seventh day
She coerces my tinted glass
It's 6 o'clock AM
The delicate dance of man and winter
All my horses and shiny buttons
Strapped and warm for the journey ahead
Satchel in hand; highway ahead
This will be a day to remember

I unstrap myself; arrived alive
Heavy-burdened breathing
My heart is pounding like Wall Street
I avoid the awkward steps
Down the darkened corridors
Ducking paper mâché and déjà vu
I, yet again, am a stranger in a foreign land
No answer, and my thumbs are out of ink

Where do market streets look the same?
Crowded, littered, and plastered white
All I want is the messenger man
Send for her in the courtyard
I'm on my way
The minstrels comment my attire
She inquires my official title
Nothing never mattered even then

My stagecoach is freezing
The wheels are cracked and bruised
We embraced on the boulevard
Where our car slowed to a stop
My nose is getting cold
It nuzzles in your cheek
It's 9 o'clock PM
What a wonderful day this has been

The Birth of Ideas (+ hours 3 & 4)

The birth of ideas
Big ones, as it were
"Love", faulty condoms,
And the birth of an infant

8 AM
Breath, a panic breath
Misplaced ejaculation
Weathered stipulation
Of whether I'm awake
Blame, my tattered blame
A life I'd long forgotten
She came to haunt my nightmares
And resurrect my shame
Over, bubbled over
Like waves on freezing shores
Pornographic reruns
Like scratching swollen sores

9 AM
Heavy eyes, blinking clocks
Power's out, no one's home
How the minutes slowly turn
And seem like much to long
Rain pelts through my window
Soft to wet my feet
Through my sophomore sheets
To bedbugs down below
I don't mind the Dresden drizzle
Or the London fog
Not even sleepy bags, but
I really need to pee

As I air the morning clear (+ hours 1 & 2)

As I air the morning clear
With taste of newborn sun
I find the furry lawn
A wondrous place for cheer

6 AM
These walks, oh lonely walks
Where is your hand?
It embodies earthly space
Why not same as mine?
The wind it talks of nothing
Except how silence speaks
To resonate inside
I wonder as I wait
A car, that gentle pass
Turning courses turning
The neon lights are burning
I wander through the dawn

7 AM
When speaking finds a tempo
I know I'm on the phone
When digit-numbers bleed
I know I'm still asleep
I moan and groan
Preemptively complaining
Of later rising up, and wishing
I was still asleep
Oh ferocious rising!
The vicious waking body!
Hard, but often funny how
I know to blame the clock

1986

He's coming to this world
Without a hand to catch
Sneezes softly
In his blanket
Oh what a simple face
Woven softly in the womb
I saw it happening
I saw his eyes go brown
When his fingers formed
I already knew the words
They would form
Oh so many words

Now he's here with me
I think him as I bleed
Along with many others
And all their suffering
I breathe in lust
For he could not take it
Even in his dreams
He cannot bear this weight
So I must go
And take my place
Trusting in my Father
He'll find what this is for

I died for him
I died for Christopher

2008

Hey!
Oh how I have hoped for you
How's it going?
My God, you're so beautiful
You want to see my house?
I can't stop staring at you
Have a seat, I'll get some drinks.
Maybe wait to start the movie
Sorry no one else is here.
More room on the couch for us
I can't believe you haven't seen this!
I want to hold your hand
"It's goddamn freezing on this beach!"
I want to hold your hand
"I don't constantly talk!"
I want to hold your hand
"I'm just...happy. I've never felt that before."
I just want to hold your hand
Do you need to go?
Please don't go. Please not yet!
I'll see you later
I'll call tomorrow, okay?
Bye...
...sweet heart

2005-2006

People passing
Pushing pencils
Advertising
Halving prices
Here it goes
I missed the war
But pay the price
In solid oil

The city's cold
Clean, fresh snow
I bite my lip
Hold my tongue
Fashion, fashion
For Monday's ration
My clothes are old
I'm still alone

"Can we go?"
I ask the air
But no one's home,
No one's home.
I feel a chill
My tongue is froze
Leave me alone
No one's home.

2003

What were you doing
Running through the grass
Flutter through the reeds
Bring the leaves to sand
Bring our ships to solid land
And ride the waves to shore
Follow down the path
Look off into evermore

We sink and slip and laugh
Until our faces hurt too hard
And inhale a salty gasp
We forgot we'd lost our breath
Kiss with tiny little rocks
Sticking cross our cracking lips
Brushing grains off sandy cheeks
When yours are meeting mine

I brought a picnic lunch!

2004

All along the wispy mountain
Breathing, awkward peasants
Laying down the boards
Marking our defenses
The walls are made of stone
International intestines
A head and heart of white
And pillars praying on

Where now are the rafters?
The trees have but to come
Crashing - crashing down
To break their hold on us
May sun rise wet with lightness
And scent caress the morn'
The rain will pour for hours
But dryness bursts the doors

We have but our whispers
And tales to entertain
But what if stories, ever boring
Could walk, and talk, and play?
What's left among the legacy
It's lasting past the rocks
The feet that fill the weaves and will
Of double layered socks

Two of Three

Dismal satisfaction
To pant at unknown chance
It breathes down my neck
Feel such lack of emptiness
Warmth and light
Cloak and dark
Dampening our skin
Finger floating larks

Backseat regards
To lightly graze your skin
Playful banters cross our cheeks
They tickle deep within
Talk of night
Time and space
The frothy summer air
Humbled resting place

It washed over me
I could not lift my lips
Though I think it's safe to say
I've never felt like this
So soon, so safe
So lost in her eyes
A passionate mystery
I cannot even describe

2002

The window fog is cold
I breathe a frosty scar
Mistaking the speedometer
As brilliant as the stars
The road we ride is humming
My forehead on the glass
Every bump is shaking
The landmarks that we pass

I smile; don't forget to think
This time goes much to fast
Enjoying trips from place to place
Just doesn't seem to last
Yet in a haze I slip away
And forget that I am dreaming
All the people working hard
Whiz by while I am sleeping

1999-2000

Bows and tied
Explosions in the sky
We fly for hours
There are ripples in the water
Smoke in our eyes
The fire got put out
We'll do it all again
Several years from now

Dancing light
We're lovers wrapped in arms
My hands are mine
You can have them for tonight
Gloves hugging railing
Icy stairs to evermore
We hug and hold together
And wait for dawn to break...

...

I awake outside my kitchen
My house is quiet now
We're all just sitting 'round
No one holds their breath
Not a song to sing
The lights will be alright
We won't need so much shelf space
We don't need all this bread

The celebration's lifting
But it's anywhere but here
Except for in my head
It seems it's only there for me
At least that's what I fear
Lift a glass for reason
There won't be time for doubt
For the rest of the century

I fear not.

1998

Here he comes
'A haunting
When my father fell
I saw the blood
'A falling
Eyes raging
I feel the clouds
Collapsing

Sepia world
Dark spots
Speckled on your shirt
Backwards friend
I take my vengeance
Bare-handed
Twisted fate
Your holes are big as mine

1996

Deja vu

An open field
I recognize the feeling
I've seen this place before
There's my bike
Rusted;
I must have left it here
I think this was my home
So many years ago

The parking lot is worn
Gravel strewn from side to side
But no ferris wheel
Or anything resembling
Lions
Why do I remember...lions?
Bricks that held up cars
Lines devoid of clothing

The pathway crawls
Same as it always has
I remember all the contours
And potholes 'long the way
Quiet
The clicks of insects
And rituals of rodents
Pervade the humble valley

The house in rubble
A note left standing orders
"Keep it in the family
And resurrect the swing"
Running
Like water by the road
I never want to come back
This place is far too real

2001

Our pasts are slowly fading
Gather up your memories
Before they disappear
Gone forever
They wipe away like magnets
Over videotape
Shuffle through their remnants
Hands on your floppy disks

Three and a quarter
Used to seem expensive
Terabytes impossible to fill
The garbage without end
Our brains are bottomless
But we brush bodies away
Hoof under foot
While we secret eternity

The blood continues
It circles the world
And we fly it international
Clogging our skyscraper arteries
Nations hemorrhage; lamentation
Cancer selling for hundreds a barrel
We’re like patrons in a movie
Calling for the ending

All we want is an answer
With every carbon exhale
We breathe away our time
And chew what’s left of others’
The places to hide our shame
Have all but gone
Slowly fading memories
Where everything was better

1995

Forever high rise
Turning tables
A rotating room
Fixed glasses
My eyes are watering
But all I see are mirrors
Little wooden houses
Sliding up and down
The windows are broken
Tiny hands, big buttons
Elevators
Shimmy and shake
On their way down
The everlasting shaft
But no one hears us
Tumbling through

Blood on the shatter
Glass in my hands
There's no way out
They're watching for us
Waiting by the doors
Clobbering children
I make for the stairs
It won't be long now
The banisters are wet
It's cold and hard and dim
I push from the wall
Enabling my descent
The building is cracking
The mold is in decay
The carpet floor is burning
All the orphans ran away

1994

Eighty-thousand feet
To the surface
Glass encases every way out
My lungs are bloated
Struggling to breathe
Twenty-thousand leagues
Into the darkness
Underneath me

Where is the air?
It escapes my every inhale
Yet I float about this distant world
Right out my backdoor
Why haven't the sharks come?
Fins cutting towards me
Teeth shattering in my bones
This will be my end

Surely, surely
The waves will wallow over me
Drowning, drowning
Indefinitely
Lonely sea creatures
Softly gliding by
I reach out my hand
They never take me with them

It's quiet.

1993

Seven
The numbers I count
In the darkness
Three from your clock
Four from mine
It's twelve fifty-nine
From my side
It's way past our bedtime

From our beds
Through tonight
To harrowed hums
Florescent lights
We glide again
On and on
In our socks
Without our shoes

We're so quiet
Not a stir
Raising no alarm
For any intruder
The basement is soft
I can feel it breathing
Hush now, boy
A ghost is approaching

Down the steps
I see her walking
Not a shriek
Or even haunting
She is silent
Moving slowly
Subtle beauty
A fragile frame

Her hand extends
And points me to bed
I shake my head
"Please, not yet."
She smiles at me
And nods accordingly
So off I huff
Back to the bedroom

I tuck myself in
My sister still sleeping
I swore I just saw her
Up and about-ing
Sliding there with me
Round through the doorways
But not back to bed..
"Go back to sleep,"

She says.
Have I been dreaming?

1992

We have sprouted wings
Flying high over the suburban city
These are our adventures
Our vacation get-aways
We're just trying so hard
Trying to
Get, get, get
Out of our atmos

Fear
As it relates to dreams
Is always about us
While we break all the rules
And recreate the galaxies
It complicates our subversions
Desimates our confidence
With little warning or notice

"I'm afraid we might fall,"
I say, and likewise we did
Back to the Earth below
To the confines of space and gravity
But she is still smiling
Knowing soon we will forget
And come back up
Swinging

My Father

He has a long nose
He lowers His head
And nuzzles my hair
My Father
I smile up at Him
Tears of joy; the rain
I am cooled; Yahweh
He kisses my forehead
His hands at my chest
I feel Him
Dancing deep within
My heart; Emmanuel

1987

Ocean liner
Play mobile
Spinning wheels
This is my nightmare
I slip into the picture
Can't swim
Gasping for air
She blows her horn
Dragging through the sea
Oh me, oh my
I'm being smothered
She screams, I scream
He's pulling me in
Up out of my bed
It's so cold, so dark
But my father's touch is warm
He kisses my forehead
I pant and cough up nothing
Thinking,
"I don't want to die,"
Whatever that means.

1997

The tracks are disconnected
But my cerebellum's still online
The coaster cars are bouncing
Back and forth, up and down
Sweeping, interlocking, ever-growing
The towers seem so high
My eyes behold the infinity
As we glide to and fro

I run through the queue
Back for another run
But suddenly I lose my way
"How do we get back?"
I say, flabbergasted
But all my friends are moving on
They're done with playtime
Getting back into their cars

"Well I don't want to leave,"
I protest, even if I have to pay again
The hills and footpaths seem eternal
A maze of popcorn; funnel cake
The people here are spinning
Everything moving faster than me
I desperately want to get back on
But I cannot find my footing

"Why did I ever get off
In the first place?"

2007

She's yanking on my hand
And begging me to stop
We're almost downtown now
I'm a stranger in a foreign land
Pulling her by the arm
Dragging her heels
I bring her close
Wrap our arms, shoulder to shoulder
But as I draw her in
For a kiss
She disappears before me
I spin around
But she is nowhere to be found
I cry; what a God-awful feeling

A hush in the dissonance
Shrouded by misery, and hate
Every face a mystery
I've done away with innocence
I rush through the crowd
Perhaps she'll be around
Another ugly corner
I haven't seen before
But all I see are shadows
Alleyways both lost and forgot
And as I draw my breath
For a second
I think I've found my way
And just like that, on the other side
The sun illuminates
My escape.

1991

Spin-dizzy spin doctors
The clouds are hovering over now
I step to look outside my window
It's already here
I gather my belongings, but
They're slip, slip, slipping
Through my fingers
I run, but nothing moves
Padlocks break; the door swings open
Storms cover the sky
Swirling like a milkshake
Here comes the flood.

The twister takes me
Easy like a leaf to the wind
I lose control of my body
Being dragged helplessly
Soaring high above the atmosphere
My company is collapsing
The world is folding over
Silence now, so full of black
Darkness; a hush of calm
Eternity never seemed so real
I think, "This time will be different,
This time I won't wake up."

1990

Where am I?
Hiding underneath my bed
Such convenience; such solitude
Dust pervades my nostrils
The rug is soft, yet rugged
My face is overwhelmed
I turn to face the support boards
Crayons spreading rumors
Of a child's simple romance
How can I be sure?
What I wish for here
May come twenty years from now
What I leave behind
Will be passed along to others
"I don't want to forget,"
I say aloud to no one
Where else will I keep my dreams?
My mind will some day wither
But soon so will these beams
I'll just remember for today
"Maybe they'll come true,"
I whisper,
"Sooner than you think."

1989

Lions in their cages
The field opens as I roll over the horizon
Bristles and thistles all about
The path winds down the hill
My bike is locking up again
The stage is set, the carnival commences
I feel relieved to have arrived
For a second I wonder,
"Was this really my destination?"
But I guess this place seems fitting
I wander past the parking lot
The vast expanse behind me
Amusement to my front
I'm going home.

Lions in their cages
The tree swing tied to rope
The house is boarded up
Cars on their last legs
The wind seems so inviting
I peddle on the wisping plain
The grass bends in my wake
And for a second I wonder,
"Is this really where I'm going?
Nowhere?"
The gears are all tied up
Breaks failed long ago
I roll until I stop, and breathe
This awfully feels like home.

1988

This is not protocol
I'm going to heaven, to the Sheot clouds
To destroy the moon and rip the sky in half
And so I say,
"Why will you not look at me?"
A film of water around his eyes,
"I haven't the slightest clue."
But never have I felt his glance on my back
Even as I fly away
To tear apart the universe
And find where the horizon ends
If not to answer the mysterious,
Then prove that all is unknown
"All is not lost,"
I whisper to the hills,
"And you shall weather this storm until my return."
My Lord! My Lord!
I see a Shepherd in the field
As stars begin to fall
He holds his children in His arms
Walls of water strike the shoreline
Where rock and stone fall from my hands
He is there to stay my blows
And the flock is not undone
Might I stop this cruel bombardment
For no one gains from idle sorrow
None but prove Your infinite grace
My Father! My Father!
Forgive this betrayal of my kin!
Call me "child" once again

The Shepherd King

D Dm
Jesus was the Shepherd King x2

A G
He walked out on the silver sea

Jesus was the Shepherd Son x2
On His cross He wore our pain

Jesus is the shepherd's guard x2
He unlocked the gates to splendor

Jesus is the shepherd's love x2
Gave grace free when we proclaim His name

Jesus was the Shepherd King x2
Made a way for us to find the Father

Jesus was the Shepherd Son x2
Cleansed the faces of the weary wicked

Jesus is the shepherd's guard x2
Held us deep inside His loving arms

Jesus is the shepherd's love x2
A kiss of breath that washed us white as snow

The First Day of Spring

Like leaves in the glossy rain
The everyday noise floating away
Rattle and patter; runs off the roof
Dripping wet, I lean off the porch

The spout presses through the ground
I hold the water in my palm
Watch as the sky restores my vessel
Drop by drop; all is anew

I find my way inside
Soft patting whispers me to sleep
How I long for my bed
But hold fast; the couch is near

What a slumber I may have!
The sounds of thunder lay me down
Mother, may you pass me by
Kneel beside me and touch my face

If you wonder what I'm dreaming
Keep this comfort in your mind
That if you really need me
I'll probably be outside

Our Hiding Place

If you lean down as I stand here
On the water's edge with our shoes off
You know the path by heart and
The perfect place to stop along the way
If everything right in time could freeze
We would know that it was simply meant to be

We rustle in our house like a fortress
Made from twigs and grass; our hiding place
You've made a little nook to lay your
Delicate, yet rustic, city face
And if my chest could be your pillow
Would feelings arise that we have hid somewhere below?

Dreaming out loud at the camera
Reciting every line; we can sing them
The soft side of happiness as the
Earth crept up through your designer jeans
If you promise me it'll be okay
There's no way it could be like this every day

The Power House

As quickly we remember
Which, often soon forgot
Our needs and necessities
Looked over as for not
No one knows
Where the power goes
It goes and goes
Does anyone care where?
Does anybody know?
Still it goes
In, around, above, and out
And even down below
The lights off lamps and music amps
Turns the power slow
A hum
High and low
No one cares from what
It passes by their ears
No one hears it as they grow
No one writes about it in their prose
Still the power goes
And goes
Whistling 'long its merry way
Hissing steam into the sky
Rolling, falling, all day long
Creeping softly through our home
Fuzzy lines to crystal shapes
Even then when it's displaying
It goes, and goes
...and goes.


Wait,
What was I saying?

The Son Will Never Leave Your Side

Maybe you'll find
All the mysteries in time
Maybe the world will turn
Out from its insides

Seems fickle, but fine
'Least now it's my choice
But God I feel empty
Where did this emptiness come from?

The Son will never leave your side
Blood will fall from the martyr
Break the hardest of hearts
Melt the seams of true love
The Son will never leave your side

If I always ask up
Just to see if you'll answer
With tears and heavier breathing
I won't hear when You whisper

Where ever You lead
I surely will crumble
Jesus, I'm blind
Will Your hands steady mine?

The Son will never leave your side
His warmth unmistakable
With a call like the wind
Through the halls of the stable
The Son will never leave your side

I know You'll be with me
To the end of the age

The Boy & the Bay

She makes me smile in quiet places
Over the bay in ardent dawn
May feel birdlike, less like a man
I am an impostor

Where the boathouse bends
Water wakes in silent motion
Going outside, bare feet and sand
Out to kiss the sunlight

I'll be leaving, just in a while
Don't let me mar your intentions
To keep on peacefully, beautifully
Making homes for common men

Oh, your waves are indescribable
You radiate and fill my every vessel
Keep me close to find your warmth
I don't ever want to go

Halfway home I'd never know
All the things hidden deep inside
Down and out, we're still so young
How can I be sure?

Scans 1-5

"See-Through Desk"
Epson Scan
Made to look like the underneath of my desk is see-through. Has a very "I Spy" sort of feel to it. The pencils, sharpie, and scissors are mine, the Lego and spring belong to Adam Rebottaro, the button belongs to someone in the Auxier family, the toy car belongs to my brother, the USB cover and USB to Mouse port belong to my father, and the screw belongs to a resident in Millikan who moved out.




"The Impostor"
Epson Scan
Found some pills, threw them on the scanner. Then I threw in the impostor.



"Morning Prayers"
Epson Scan
The back of a book made to look like wallpaper. The bottle cap, pin, and button are supposed to be wall hangings.



"The Beginning & End"
Epson Scan
My USB drive held in the palm of my hand. I had to keep perfectly still for 2 minutes with my hand on the scanner.



"Static Burn"
Epson Scan
A little bit of playing and trickery goes a long way. I'll never be able to recreate this.

Big Spender

Format less format
Flow less flow
Not so much of this
Row - Row - Row

Growth please growth
Rain less rain
Much of this life is so
Rat - a - tat - tat

Slow please slow
Pain less pain
Wishing this life away
Pat - a - pan - pan

Front less front
Go please go
Hasn't your heart ..?
No - No - No

The Air in May

I imagine that your bosom is warm

Scented as flowers on a wet summer morn'

Yearn as I might, plead as I may

Another sun rises without you today

If only you knew what you were

To me, girl - come around to my window

You flutter through me like dandelions

Finding a cool wind for them to fly on

Your fingers are pliable; light and serene

Caught me off-guard with a beauty unseen

Fought long to ward off this insatiable feeling

Longing to hold you closely; deep within me

Sun goes down to the late evermore

My lamp burns softly as I wait by the door

Come 'round past midnight; burn until dawn

Curl your toes through the dew on the lawn

Crawl up to my face and sing me

Silence, now - I'm going to fall asleep

You whisper to me anyway

"I'll make the sunrise wait today."