through words I breathe

[mousey1]

Magpie capers
black and white
my words and you
delicate taste of all that's right with the world
adoration untested but infinitely true
scaffold perch
pigeon sits, shits
doesn't notice the view
newspapers herald the news
but never a mention
a mention of you
who centers my existance
maintains my equilibrium
soothes my aching nerves
and jagged eyes
the haggard lines
unkind
move with me
hide with me
live with me
lie with me
shatter my senses
hold on tight to that one piece of puzzle
that makes this picture right
fufills
spills light
rainbow ink
on pages leaking truth
and utmost honesty
featherlight I touch
caress
that bright spot of irridescent night
that glow in the dark
sparkle
intensity
that voice that aches
within my heart
I am a muscle gone hard
tense rigid strength of will
softly
softly
ease and breathe
into me

[mousey1]

through words I breathe
listen
hear
see
feel what I feel
when your heart is alive
finally alive
finely pumping
fast and hard
to arrive at
some hidden destination

seductive calm breezes
washing serene
waves and beaches
soft furrows folds of sanity and reason
oh Jesus
it's the season
for hard driving love
and loneliness

[mousey1]

Masters of disguise and reason
floaters of hope in ponds of doubt
contemplating the fine high lights how bright
surrepticiously batting eyelids your way which of course
you cannot nor want to see
I get accused of flirting emptily which I would never do
I am satisfied to sit and wonder at you
gloat in your fineness and jesus...
you are fine, so fine to me
Have you ever been told the fairytale of the princess and the pea
twist and turn
up and down
squirm squirm squirm
no escaping the reverie
Lucid dreams
realistic fantasy
obligatory reckonings
painting memories of how things should be
should always have been
doors flung open
lungs full of fresh sweet air
No comparing of apples and oranges here
no comparing princes and frogs
no dipping into the gene pool and throwing back duds
no
hearts love unquestioningly
don't doubt me

[mousey1]

Here I sit
sentinel of one
morning air full of shivering hush
foolish thoughts one by one
stand in line
taking orderly turns at my schism
psychofreudalism
Humming a tune of indifference
I make like I truly understand
calm in the clever machinations that trick
twist my mind(or is it heart?)
into believing almost anything
I chuckle as I so often do
when I realize I'm a nutbar sandwich
with a soft gooey center for you -
melting delight

Early morning
full of silence
and reason
hope
and trust
watching hours slip away
turn to dust
days devoured
no closer to truth; but...
edging forward always forward
not looking back
getting closer to me
and may be

to you

[mousey1]

I just sit here you know
curled in the corner
waiting for someone to turn the page
one eye open
one eye closed
alternating
oscillating
betwixt the two
fixated on bright lights and
shiney objects de jour
cute corner dweller
once in a while venturing out
to experiment
touch taste feel other things
I've seen the other side
been to the other side
came back again
not to hide
just waiting
life
the waiting game
find a comfortable corner
sit and smile
wake and doze
almost touching
fingers laced
snuggle up close
to words embrace
and know you're loved