Beautiful moments are

when one can put personal feelings aside

and do something to benefit others,

even when others have hurt the person.

Two persons especially wanted to listen to me.

Two strong trees, much greater than these.

They are the ones who have had to wrestle with me. Look past my pain. Take it on the chin and below the belt. They are my heroes.

I love them both more than anything.

Just Poems...

These are just poems, nothing else. Just poems.

1.



Been thinking,



how neither of us like to fight,



but you always say



you fight because you love me,



or you would stand back,



let me go



like you let her go,



but you love me,



so you fight yourself,



the things you know that I know,



the life you don't want me to know,



because you love me...

2.

Butterfly wings for your picking,

Rainbows on black for your licking,

Hot pink toll booth to heaven,

Wet and primed for pricking;

Inconsolable lips

Quiver over your hips,

Eagerness sets in

As passion flows and pours and drips;

Desperate hands upon your chest,

Forced breaths exude from my breast,

Your eyes -- I fell in,

Submitted to your wickedness.

3.



You hide, I flaunt,



I chase, you taunt,



My open book, your deception



Leave us both to want.





We are only ours to lose,



Each day we choose



Not peace, but our weapon,



Never achieving more than truce.

4.

One,

you want my whole

for yourself.

What do you give me but reminders

that I was not good enough,

better than anything you ever had,

so you said,

but never good enough...

5.



Stop complaining



that you deserve better,



when all I ever hear is



"Please,



Don't leave me,



I love you



More than I have ever loved anyone.



I need you.



Give me one more chance.



Please?"



I must love you



More than I have ever loved anyone,



because I know you,



and I keep on giving you



One more chance.

6.

Jealous of me, you explained

why you beat me so...

When I know others whose inner beings

I admire,

I long for them,

they give me reason to aspire,

Not more reason to self-hate.

I never complained,

Never asked you to not be

humorous,

adorable,

sweet,

Just to stop giving it all away,

leaving no food for me

to eat.

Feed me first!

Please, please...

(sob)

feed me first.

You behave as though I

lack the right

To point out our deficiencies,

As though my belief

in your potential,

my attempts to fight

For us--

(whimper)

You refuse to see

The man in your mirror,

an adolescent mirage.

You still see who you wish to see.

For my efforts,

You spit on me,

On us.

You ensure your fantasy image

lives on

At our expense.

Your selfish pretense.

7.



I dance to the rhythm



Of the turning world.



As grey morning



Becomes



A golden day,



A harp is born along the wall;



It's strings lengthen



Until a midday crescendo,



Then slowly fade



Into a lullaby.

8.

The morning muse

Pulls out her harp,

Fingers stroke strings,

Sleeping colors awaken

To golden melodies

Gliding across the grey landscape.

9.



Your tentative question,



Can she crawl under my blanket?



She did come to see me...




Incredible.



A bewildered 'no' floats from my lips



And lands a puzzle on your face.



Am I to forget she was also there



to tell you where she was buying



the men's shirts?



Played her music so loud,



As if I were tone deaf.



I tried to be,



Said proudly, like a blushing bride,



That we had renewed our vows.



All one motion,



hands slapped her lap as she stood;



I had not meant to slap her face.



She decreed you buy yourself



"A paper Burger King crown



and a matching tiara for _____."



Said my name,



gestured a nod in my direction,



As if I were blind...




A crystal tear 'no' escaped my heart,



colllided with your wall.



Your lying lips agreed,



Began throwing



My other friends



under the same bus.



I want to throw myself



under there, too,



find some peace



from your double dealings.

10.

How would you humiliate me

into begging for your love

and believing your stories?

Would you strip me and beat me?

Would you laugh while I struggled

to rise from my fall?

Would you?

Would you push me back down

when I tried to get up?

Would you deny me your commitment

you made on the bridge?

Would you?

Would you rather save yourself

from the truth

than save us?

Would you?

11.

The body is willing.

Love versus hate versus apathy

revolve in a deadly bitter triangle.

You cannot give,



I cannot leave,



So we grieve.

You like the attention,

the sympathy

too much to face the truth.

For glimpses of your love,

I remain.

12.



You make me Laugh.

I love You.

Hurry Home.

It's Friday,

and I'm Horny.

Talk to me, she told him,
I can't, he told her,
but he promised
he'd hold her.

I need you, she told him,
I'm here, he told her,
but he would not
talk to her.

I love you, he told her,
It's not enough,
she told him,
He was confused.

Think about me,
about when I became afraid,
The me who loved you
never changed,
just hid for a while,
wants to come out, be with you.
Not now, perhaps one day.

Her hero, Elizabeth had loved Dudley. Her advisors could not stand him. He was a player. But he had a certain charm. Her own husband had a certain charm. And he was a player. Sometimes she thought him an idiot. Still, she loved him. For how long? Even Dudley lost favor...

"I still love you," she told him,
"but I love my husband.
He stood by me,
held my hand,
when no one knew my side,
when I might have died.
That means something."

He still thinks
she is after one thing;
She is after many,
of which what he thinks
is the least.
Sidetracks,
tangents,
mystical lights,
they all derail him, her,
sometimes;
He derails her,
sometimes;
But she does not stay,
is not thrown too far;
She stands back up,
Alone,
Reaches back,
trying to drag him
trying to keep him
from being sucked down
into the blended in,
dangerous, lying, deceitful,
entrapping quicksand.
He always looks back,
like maybe he forgot something,
maybe he didn't want to leave it
for her.
Tempted to leave him,
She thinks past herself,
thinks past her jealousy,
her own fears and doubts,
her selfishness,
and loves him.

He kept his heirloom,
a silver glass rose,
yellow gold trim,
in a glass display
case, Never took it
out for fear it would
be bent, scratched,
or broken. For
years,
the
rose
felt

____________________________________neglected,
___________________________________abandoned even,
___________________________________failed to see
___________________________________the
__________________________________dist
_________________________________ance
_________________________________tothe
_________________________________hard,
_____ _____________________unforgiving
_______________________floor, the jagged
________________________corners of door
________________________________frames
_______________________________andthe jutting furniture,
_______________________________the ___unpredictability
______________________________ofthe ______boisterous dogs.
______________________________Then
______________________________one
______________________________day,
______________________________she
______________________________saw through
_____________________________ the __window,
______________________another rose,
__________________not unlike herself,
____________________being __handed
___________________________fromthe
__________________________owner
__________________________tohis neighbor;
__________________________They dropped her.
__________________________Sight, ___horror,
__________________________realiz
__________________________ation.
__________________________Hisrose
_________________________thenknew
_________________________howmuch_he loved her,
_________________________why he_ kept her, protected
_________________________her so, and she loved him so
_________________________much___more.

For You

Kiss me a field of rose petals,
I'll kiss you shining waters,
Breathe me a silver mist,
I'll breathe you the auroras,
Embrace me a drift of down,
I'll embrace you a glowing fire,
Gaze me your heaven,
I'll gaze you mine.

1.

My love for you inevitable
as we are tied strings
playing the same song
in two different colors;
I reflect on your stoic lyrics
with the ears of a kindred spirit
dancing a slow, dreamy waltz
to jasmine harmonies.


2.

Your eyes tell the story I read
long before,
the same depth,
the same passion,
the same aptitude for my being,
the same solitude,
the same longing;
Fill your longing with me...


3.

How we found each other
is one story,
but how we keep each other
is the story I hope never ends.


4.

How can I lose if we are?

*This is about love, in case anyone
just doesn't get that.

You know my secrets,
though I have not revealed them
to anyone in words,

You supposed my longings
when I was unsure how to
name them,

You freed my spirit
after no one else
could find the key.

You have my devotion,
my adoration,
my smile.

"Me and Chris" by Lluvia

____I asked you for water,
You gave me wine

________I asked you for bread,
____You brought it with meat

____________I asked you for a pillow,
________You offered your shoulder

I asked how to thank you,
____You asked me to be real

Spring's first daisies
came today
I plucked one
and tucked her
behind my ear

I'm pretty

Stronger than ever, my love for you,
surviving battles so thick
the ammo gone, bayonets left

Hearts trump spades,
and I see only diamonds in your eyes
as we lay down our mallets

Arms weary from swinging now rest
around your sore shoulders,
easing the aches, soaking in comfort

I kiss your cheek, your neck, your hair,
smelling the familiar,
tasting the known,
finding myself in you

Your sweet smile fills my heart,
and I know how lucky I am
to be this close to you,
and you let me love you

How do two people know when love is real?
How can one be sure the other is not pretending
or only believing to be in love?
Some know,
said so
in the break room.
Don't know how lucky they are.

Each breath thereafter was painted
The color of life saved, though tainted. ("by _____" --you fill in the blank.)
With life owed each in every step,
Forever to carry their debt,
Unspoken debt for redemption.
Respect, trust allowed an exemption.
Marks carved upon each others' bones,
Cut with honor by blunted stones.
A humble vow, a shared disgrace,
They descended a lowly place.
But then they shared a sacred toll,
Courage to lift each others' soul.

What is cannot be not

anymore than thoughts can be unthought

or hard lessons be untaught

than evening shadows uncast, startling discoveries unfound

truths unveiled remasked, pivotal moments rewound

sacred oaths unsworn, first kisses unsavored

children unborn, selfless acts unlabored,

blessed infants unchristened, false fortunes untold

new moons unrisen, desperate souls unsold

bewitching charms unconjured, pendulums unswayed

blazing touches unfelt, broken hearts unbetrayed

stories unimagined, Shakespeare's sonnets unsung

ideas unfashioned, Hemingway's tolls unrung

timid glances unstolen, ardent lusts unsimmered

familiar bodies unbeholden, shameful secrets unwhispered

brisk mornings unbroken, past days rehoured

regretful words unspoken, virtuous maidens reflowered

doors reopened, fruits untasted

lives relived, lives unwasted

rains undropped

ends of lives unstopped...

Un día

La Ría

quizá esculpa un círculo

al arroyo de que fluyó.

En este momento quiere desembocarse

en el océano.


One day

The River

may sculpt a circle

to the stream from which she flowed.

For now, she seeks to flow

into the ocean.

*La poeta añadió (-se) al verbo 'desembocar' personificar La Ría.

*In Spanish, 'the river' is usually masculine, but I changed it to feminine as I did La Cuerpa (The Body) in In The Tomb . It is more difficult to feminize nouns in English without adding too many undesired words.

Sueño de ser* en Chile

con mi corazón divino,

de compartir poemas

y besos rojos de vino;


Aprendemos la cueca

y nos amamos sin duda

en el país de poetas,

de Mistral y Neruda;


Me da empanadas

con tus dedos cariñosos,

la boca te disfruta,

te doy uvas de mis labios;


En las olas verdes

de amor, nos perdemos;


En las arenas de oro,

nos descubrimos;


En confianzas azules,

nos protegemos;


De los acantilados

de nosotros, nos caemos.


Sueñes de mi esta noche,

corazón,

Sueño de ti,

mi salvación.




*Yo escogí usar el verbo 'ser' en vez de 'estar' poner énfasis en el sentido de ser uno con mi amante.