Christmas Eve Eve

Your purple satin reflecting the candle light, you twirled a pirouette and sat down in my lap. Your arm around my shoulder, mine around your waist, your brown eyes twinkling in the Christmas lights....

And your soft black lips taste so sweet, and my hand on that smooth white place above the top of your stocking, your fingers slinking through my hair while we both whisper our secret prayers....

And now I'm watching you breathing easy, slow and deep while you watch the dreams unfolding on the inside of your eyelids, I think I'll just watch a little longer, before I call a car to take you home.

Tuesday Night

I'm watching my fingers melting

in your frozen waterfalls,

And I'm wondering,

May I jump in yet?

I Still Remember You

This night's made of cloud's blood and splinters of diamonds, feathers from angel wings, pieces of stone. And the still beating heart of a 1961 Mercury, resurrected from our teenage dreams....I often think about that when the Winter Solstice creeps up the hill. Do you remember the steel hard stars shining down on us on the bleachers, hands going where they'd never gone before? More than forty years gone by, and I can still see your eyes....

The Ghost Of December

The days are still shrinking,

it's two weeks til Christmas,

the air smells of snow,

branches crack in the cold.

And your brown eyes reflect

the light of the candles,

our hearts full of wishes,

our souls full of love.

Winter Night Haiku

Wind blowing, roaring

Like the ghost of a lion

Entering heaven.

December Night

This night is as cold as our gin is cold and your boots hit the floor in an icy cascade. You hold me so close and your arms squeeze me tight and I kiss the snowdrops in your frozen hair.

Your long satin skirt is as black as the new moon, my hand on your calf, on your torn fishnets. And I thank God for the gift that She's given me, for your black lips on mine, for your brown eyes so warm.

The First Night Of December

I'm already halfway gone from this world, I'm already walking somewhere else. I'm just waiting for my feet to catch up with my soul, then I'll kiss your hand and wish your spirit well.

I'm already halfway gone from this world, I'm already squeezing the hand of a ghost. And she loves me more than anybody here, and I'll kiss your lips and wish your pure heart well.

I'm already halfway gone from this world, I'm already seeing dawn in a brand new land. And the petals are falling on my grave, and I'll kiss your eyes and tuck you into bed.