Your Sun

Standing at the door
to your room, you
are oblivious, her gaze.

Standing, looking at you,
thinking of your hair,
feet, the way you love.

Standing still hoping you
won’t notice the way
she lingers, doubts much.

Standing by the door,
you feel the presence
of your beautiful star.

Standing behind you,
you know she looks at
you with so much love.

Standing there, you pretend
not to notice, to feel
the warmth from your sun.

Incense

Hidden underneath,
yet glimpses of those
eyes, lips, hair, beauty.

Before me, she stands,
a marble statue forever
etched into my memories.

Thoughts of Catholicism
from childhood days
burn through my heart.

Burning candles, flowers,
the smoke of incense,
her ecstasy on my skin.

A wanting, like a Giovanni
Strazza, as the pew bends,
candles flicker, vision fades.

Joyful Song

Another new day, another war ends.
Out with the old, in with the swing.

Another candle burns down, spills;
electric lights would spoil the mood.

Another flapper dress bounces,
someone else does the dancing;
I’m sitting at home, cool as a cat,
relaxing in my fine haberdashery.
I’m waiting for no one, just the cat.

Another cloud bursts, like his heart,
when someone shot him a year ago.

Another dead soldier for the cause,
though I wonder if it was worth it.

Another set of thoughts race by,
as the emotions of widowed bliss
set in, consume the atmosphere,
keep the cat from venturing over.

Another record to spin, as I dance
with his pillow to our joyful song.

Deceptive Lover

A deceptive lover,
Debonair, rich;
all the qualities
so many want.

An afternoon rendezvous.
Stars in your eyes;
no need to feel the
alarm bells ringing.

At your home,
in the garden;
watching the
twilight become night.

As the sun fades,
you notice changes;
no longer the person
you expected, wanted.

As the knife falls,
shock fills you;
so much blood
on your precious flowers.