When I am With You

When I am with you, 

Weeks fly by like the wind

And the days they melt

Like chocolate on the tips 

of our passionate tongues.

When I hold your hand, 

I feel at peace, connected

To the universe through you,

And through the universe, to me,

As I focus my energies

On that little spot on your neck

Where I want to plant my lips, 

As I curl up by your side, to be at

The safest place on earth for me -

Our arms and legs entwined.

And when you are gone, 

The picture perplexes itself

Into a million scattered pieces

I cannot connect in a lifetime, and

Meaning sheds itself like that dress

When it slips off your shoulders.

But when you are with me, 

We are one with the universe -

United like our curious fingers  

And our synchronised breaths;

As we climb over walls of passion,

And dissolve Into a unitary world

Where you are me and I am you - 

Rising together, awakening as one.

Solitude

Sometimes there is a loneliness

Worse than that of the solitary man

Cleaning and shining the floors

Of a McDonalds outlet at night;

Long after everyone's home,

All the smiles tucked away -

Lazy heads on cozy pillows,

Warm hands wrapped around

The ones they love and hold dear;

There are cars whizzing by, but

Even they're headed somewhere;

When even the watchman outside

Has a smiling mannequin for company.

Maybe, you hope, as you gather

Your karma, that someday the floor

Will be wet enough for you to see

A true reflection of yourself, and

You can then call this solitude instead...

Intrigue

We use these words as pieces

To join the giant jigsaw puzzle

Yet we limit them with classes,

Inventing 180s to justify 360s

Drawing a full circle right back 

To where we started - Shoonya

Dreaming up a million worlds

As we live through these cycles

Of birth and rebirth, drifting

Into sleep, then awakening to

A world of forgotten meaning.

Yet we use these words, axes

To dig in and to hack our way 

Up the stony walls of truth;

Hanging on by fingertips,

Trying to free ourselves

From this celestial intrigue

Woven out of the threads

Of you and me, when there is,

Truly, no self - only an illusion;

You and I, mere reflections

Of who we really are - of us.

Springtime

It is nearly springtime, the colours are back

And it won't be gloomy too long, but now

Your hands are careful, like your words, 

As you head homeward; your backpack

Filled with responsibilities packed

For a lifetime; I know you must go,

I can see the basket with fresh bread

From the bakery, and flowers journeying

From the meadows to your centre table;

But you could stay for a while, you could 

Ease your back and I could calm my mind.

I know your itinerary is already populated

With motels and dinners for two; that

Your plans are made, your will is firm,

And that this fire may not last the night;

But I've given all my blankets away, and

These rains have brought back the chill, 

So if you really can't give me your love,

Then at least get me through this winter...

This Moment

No, I don't want to kiss you,

But let us kiss this moment

That contains us tonight;

For it surely is as beautiful

As you appear to my eyes;

This moment, created

By our collective pasts

That led us here together,

Joining our worlds through 

Our words and our eyes

As we look into our souls -

Those depths where we find

True reflections of ourselves...