into blue ...

into blue ... i'm fading into blue the unfinished tattoo of love etched across my heart a dragon tail over holy grail worn sea glass under prairie grass such a confusion of images that i thought would last but faded fast completely into blue i'm fading into blue drowning in the view of a mosaic morning sky the burning shrouds of midnight clouds devour every hour as i inhale powder lines of poetry hoping time might slow or stop and never go completely into blue i'm fading into blue invisible through and through night's sharp design blurring to soft outline in the orange dust of rust as dawn's daylight falters not once but twice and then once again until only the truth breaks clear telling how you put me here completely into blue Copyright © Kennedy James, 2011. All rights reserved.

i have been with love ... too often ...

i have been with love ... too often ... i have been with love ... too often ... too often in the dark velvet of night have i felt fumbling hands reach for pleasure too often have i rehearsed the same kiss and tasted the yearning of smoky desire too often have i listened to the murmur of a wounded heart and whispered in return like a gentle surgeon who refuses to speak of the terminal cure too often have i rolled aside the covers stood by a window covered with the stain of sweet sweat and with a trembling finger traced the outline of a cold memory in the moonlit mist and frosty patterns of spent desire too often forlorn or forsaken until this night finds me pushing aside the glassy pain of all my yesterdays and returning to your warmth in my bed to celebrate all our tomorrows Copyright © Kennedy James, 2011. All rights reserved.

feathers ...

feathers ... you write to me in irregular lines of poetry that flutter like feathers from the nest of a winter's sparrow and float through the crack in my heart that you left when you left when you said that you had decided to live outside for a while you write to me from Paris and Prague from Bangkok and Bangladesh from the deserts of here and the jungles of there and from every charcoal word every simple scribble i extract the essence of the you i remember and like a midnight junkie i tap the needle once or twice and inject you into my dreams you write to me to say you've found true love at last to say you're happy living under an umbrella of stars on the streets of paradise with a man who is Persian or Prussian i can't tell which because most of the words in the last few lines of your letters are smeared Copyright © Kennedy James, 2011. All rights reserved.