The Kiss

The three

Hours drive left my mind

As I stood

Next to them.

Knowing bliss.

Yielding to stop time,

One sentence altered my joy.

Unraveling the dream.

Knock of my heart grew louder,

Inside the chest of my wounded pride.

Moment erased when you provided a

Cure,

Of thoughtfulness

And kindness. For me

To save face. And

Evermore your deed

Shall stay with me.

Haight - Ashbury Bound

Take the wild road west,

to where the streets are paved in peace and love.

A multi-state passage.

Through tormented climates,

and rebel truck stops.

Burning diesel through the dawn,

former life left behind in fragments along the highway.

Dreams riddled in petals and shy hues,

yearning to feel that San Fran breeze.

The road flying under my feet.

Each night, its arms open wider, beckoning.

Normalcy and Routine are hitchhiking, I pass them by.

I see the Haight, it's colors looming in the distance.

Folks helping each other.

Loving each other.

The world as it should be.

Upon first step, the energy runs through me.

Catching my breath, I know I am home.

In Darkest Hour

I am a friend of the night.

Waiting for it.

Gladdening my soul when dusk approaches.

In night, my breathing is gladder,

my stride carrying a bit more swag.

I am a friend of the night. 

Dreams lay in waiting, taking

a number right after fantasies.

Activities are better, more devious

and fun.

Used to the sun's brilliance,

reality hides, waiting for the dawn.

I am a friend of the night. 

With its soft breezes and whispers 

of possibility, it helps me put one foot

in front of the other.

As they walk me toward whatever it 

is I call Joy in that moment.

I am a friend of the night.

8/24/12

Leaves on the trees never hoped
to fall to the ground, they'd hoped 
the wind would cradle them to flight.
Above the rooftops, past chimneys of 
smoke and pipes of exhaust fumes
to the careless drifting of clouds, 
to the glory of the sun.

4/8/13

As dusk was sitting in the street of my run, a
car passed, going west as I was heading east. A Latino
with long hair tied back. That didn't get me.
But what did was his eyes. 
In the seconds that ground to a halt,
our eyes met. 
For the briefest of moments,
electricity shocked its way through.
And I could feel his gaze roam over me as
though the eyes were hands. 
And the skin could feel the things 
that'd transpire between us. 
Wicked things, tinged in streaks of
danger and sin. 
Then the light turned green
and he was gone.