INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

I stand here, quaking, like those aspen you showed me, unfinishing the poem I cannot write. Quaking--to feel warmth in chilling breeze. Empty-handed, looking at Stars, wonder how they still manage to shine in the frigid night. Do You shiver in solitude? Can You get warm? Show me how.... I lie here, stroking my hair, like the wind in those mountains you brought me to, unfinishing the book I cannot read. Stroking--to feel passion in sterile room. Empty-handed, looking at Sunset, wonder how it still manages to paint vibrant on the dusty night. Do You  caress the land lovingly? Can You still feel? Show me how.... I turn here, streaming with tears, like that river we passed, unfinishing the song I cannot sing. Streaming--to feel whole in enormous bed. Empty-handed, looking at Waters, wonder how they still manage to surge through the endless night. Do You pour out your sadness? Can You forget? Show me how.... (For JMS, original draft 8/...

Another oldie revisited and reworked....from forever ago, it seems ;)  Enjoy!! EG I needed to come here to clear through the haze of my thoughts. To reach out and scratch your whiskery jaw, to see gold bits dance in the depths of your eyes-- the gold of the heart of a good man. And a good friend. I needed to stretch here To grab myself from within. To reach out and rub your weary head, to cradle you in my arms, to melt with the heat of your lips-- the heat of the heart of a good man. And a good friend. I needed to lie here to feel alive again. To reach out and tug on the back of your neck, to lick the pulse of your skin with my tongue, to revel in the cool thick of your hair, to moan in the strength of your hands-- the strength of the heart of a good man. And a good friend. I needed to see here to see where my life should go. To reach out and finger the cleft in your chin, to drown in the green of your life, to curl my toes in the soothe of your voice,...