the prospect of dreams
dwindling idly
so much smoke gladly
burned
spent offerings
proffered to spirits
unseen uncaring
shaking sudden hours
of time loose
changing loose change
to dreams of its own
so dance this way dear
with your reflection
in my glasses and your breath
on my lips
secrets shared are
no less lasting
and no more distant
than the sweet soft sound
of yes.
douglas brent smith
your heart sheds tears to me
never for me
as if i were your psychiatrist
of love
wise in the ways of your wanting
though absent from the joys
you feel lost
listen...
i once chased a butterfly for an hour
hoping it would remain free
dancing there with me
letting it land in my hand
and know me
because the moon knows
and the stars know
and this butterfly knows
that though free and skittish
and uncommitted
our love is never lost
but aloft on butterfly wings.
douglas brent smith
of course there were thousands
of rational even dramatic
reasons why we would
never work out or
remain together like
gravity i keep falling for you like
fate untested and irresistible because
that voice those eyes that nonstop dancing and
because
you could tie a cherry stem
with your tongue.
douglas brent smith
your soft kisses danced
across my face
your agile fingers
found my heart
stars and planets shuddered
underneath
the stark, darkness hinted
with each breath
your eyes with tiny tears
smile up at me
pleading, asking
begging (gleefully)
though your voice
said firmly
"no."
douglas brent smith
precisely because
i can not tame you
or hold you to promises
you'll never keep
for the fumbling from friction
and tension weeping in the night
wondering where you are
incredibly over the constant
terrors you touch me with
a velvet glove over fondness lost
losing with the lies from eyes once true
now gazing on weakness
crushed under your strength
i wonder why i
want you more than before.
douglas brent smith
"Find the way to your own creativity and everything else becomes better."
-- doug smith
