This is the first poem he ever wrote me.

October 20th, 2009

I’ve seen your face before.
Neither once upon a dream,
nor on a movie screen.
But we met in the world outside
beyond my locked door.

I said hello, and so did you
Just as so many people do.
You smiled at me and I could see
What a beautiful pair we’d be.
And in my head a movie played
Of you and I in later days.
Doing things that people do
When opened like flowers in bloom.

But I didn’t say a thing.
No songs were sung and no bells did ring.
I cut my hair and left. I’d been in port to long.
I had no time for pretty faces.
Distant places beckoned me and my dreams
To wander on the sea.
So I set sail and now my tale
Continued on for God knows how long
And in a land of wild beasts
I forgot the face of the one I’d meet
again much later on.

Hence I returned from my travels
And to my dear friend I did unravel
Countless stories of my exploits.
Of witches' spells and maidens fair
Who fell to me most unprepared.
But I was caught most unaware
When your eyes back at me stared.

And so here we are.
Alone in a parking lot.
Saying everything we thought the other didn’t know.
Unafraid to pour ourselves out for everyone to see.
(And by everyone I mean you and me.)
Something I denied,
began to stir inside
I couldn’t keep myself from you,
despite how hard I tried.
I lost myself inside your eyes
and dropped the mask I hid behind.
And like lightening, you pulled bliss from my lips
While I traced you with my fingertips.
Every second was a hundred years
And with each century came a fear
That all these lifetimes were but dreams
And we were not who we seemed.
But I promise you, and swear it truth,
You’re one who I adore.
And I won’t rest these ageless nights til we’ve had
Ten thousand more.

October 6th, 2010 11pm

[These were all separate text messages]

You are the smell of dawn in the evening.

You are the taste of champagne in flat beer.

You are the storm after the calm,
that calls a sailor to his doom, and his resurrection.

You are the pupil of my mind's eye.

You are the reflection of eternity in the backside of a spoon,
held only long enough to know on a level beneath foresight,
between bites of spaghetti and pesto.

I alone can call you from the trenches
to embed your nature in the navel of the world.
Your pulse is the very river Nile herself.
And as you pour your own prediction of flooding into my lips,
I know the life you give.

The moon can call an owl to its perch.
Just as the sun can burn a wolf to its bones.
But what loss is that.
They both meet destiny at a coffee shop,
sipping on the preconceptions of their parents transposed into prose
whose simple words will uphold the will of the world.

We are one.

No distinction between black and white
and yet grey is just a blur in the rearview mirror.

October 6th, 2010 10:30pm

In the corner,
a hobo mumbles under the alcohol
a renunciation of salvation.
And as the Chinese restaurant next door burns down,
he remembers a former love.
A burn in his stomach that went unrecognized.
The burn of love felt foreign to his liver.
For a promise without compensation could not be real.

But it was.
He knew his heart no longer belonged to him.
Pride, or rather it's brother envy,
would never allow the body of a drunkard a home in suburbia.
Or at least one better than the park bench
around the hole six near the fountain of Apollo.

Still she hung over him.
And he wished he only had the cash,
or the balls to steal it,
to whisk them away to Venice.
Though he'd never been,
a voice within screamed that she was the one to expose
on a terrace beneath the night sky.
And only Ra would see the best of him and her intertwine.

September 23, 2010 9:57pm

On a desolate plain,
the horizon taunts in every direction.
A circular prison with no bars.
But what holds us is ourselves.
A mistranslation of the information between our eyes and our minds.
I jot down rhymes I find in magazines hoping to piece you back together.
While my memory scatters at the light you send my way,
I remember you by a different name.
A feeling in my chest.
A smell on a t shirt.
Your voice on the other end.
And while we walk parallel,
just out of sight from one another,
I recognize your fate is the same as mine.
In a state of mind to envy our daydreams of what lies over the next ridge.
And while this bridge of telephone lines reminds us of our slavery to time,
our dreams can span the distance.
There the sand holds to sway,
and I cherish every kiss we share
and curse the coming day.

September 29th, 2010 7:54pm

I miss you.
I miss when we didn't know each other.
When we felt the fear behind every compliment.
Those fractions of seconds when we forgot about our reasons for living.
When truth and liberty and justice cease to matter.
Even lover hid her face.
But love is only a word.
Only a word until the needle of chance
pulls the thread of meaning
to stitch two hearts together.
A question begged a million answers.
And despite the few words
that came between the awkward laughs
and our private self judging,
there were no words left unsaid.
Except one.