early morning in the canyon

the wind

blowing through

the cottonwoods

softly sweeps

you

further inside 

my heart

where you belong

where I have 

always 

been waiting

5/26/18 AAW

drifter

do you know
who I am?

do you?

I am not sure
that you do

you keep asking
what I want

asking me
what would be a home

as if I know
what a home is

I just float,
dear

I just drift
my way out

to sea.



5/22/2018  AAW

mirage

the self-flagellation,

the evisceration.

the choice

to love a woman

I cannot have.

circling the mirage

like a bird in the desert,

I lay myself

down-

an offering.

5/11/2018 AAW

fluidity

you rest your face
in my neck
and I disappear

dissolved

into my natural
liquid state.




5/08/18 AAW

slow-burning fire

You come to me
cupping a slow-burning fire
in your small brown hands

You ask without asking
to place your fire
inside my trembling body

I bend to you,
drawn to you,
like the willow to water

I allow you to unfold me,
fill me with your fiery essence,
bring me to incandescence

Our bodies will become one
soon, soon




5/08/2018  AAW

woman, a morning reflection

I lay in the dark
with my hand on the bare skin
of my heart

I wish it were yours
I wish it were yours

I lay in the dark
questioning the science
and frailty of love

I wish you were mine
I wish you were mine

I lay in the dark
wondering just how far it is
to your house
I want to come and find you
and tell you

I wish there was time
I wish there was time.






5/05/2018   AAW

a last bit of forgiveness

I return

to your door

one last time

and leave you flowers

you have hurt me

in unforgivable ways

but I choose at last

to forgive you

you will always be

part of my living history

but no longer my present

no longer my future

I am free of you

I forgive you

and this is the last poem

that I will write for you.

5/02/2018 AAW

love lesson #4

the billowing

golden curtain

of uncertainty

beckons to me

softly,

whispering promises

and telling stories

of the eternal

internal struggle

between

self-preservation

and the sweet taste

of freedom.

5/02/2018  AAW

missouri, the last time

my skin will dissipate momentarily
when I leave this place,
offering each particle of all things
past and present a temporary throne
inside my ribs.






05/02/2018  AAW