The Brightest Edge

You walk with me to
The brightest edge 
Of sleep
Take my hand
And slip with me past
The precipice.
In my dream 
I feel your whisper
Tickle the cup of my ear.
You are so close that
You are looking out
Through my eyes.
Tasting with my lips.
It is your breath
Filling my lungs.
I sigh and it is
Your sigh-
So much deeper
Than my own.
The light fades
On the black horizon
And I smell your scent
All around me.
In the dark you turn
And the pillows shift.
I feel you press against me.
I am suddenly awake
Nerves humming
Sweat beading
Awaiting
What's next.

Bomb

There’s a conversation going

But I can’t hear what’s being said

There’s a warning being given

But I don’t know what it is

Where can I set my feet?

Will a bomb go off on me?

I know sometimes I rub you

Just exactly the wrong way

But it is not on purpose dear

I just don’t know what to say

Where can I set my feet?

Will a bomb go off on me?

These thoughts and fears aren’t helping

I need to find my heart instead

It would be better if both of us

Would just get out of our heads

Where can I set my feet?

Will a bomb go off on me?

The Moth

Notice the moth.

Its dark, shining eyes.

Its hairy, delicate legs.
Its fern-like antennae.

Its furred, dusty wings

Like the negative image

Of a butterfly’s wings.

It is nocturnal.

It finds its

Nourishment

In darkness.

Yet its desire

To seek light

Is so notorious

It is cliché.

It wants what

It cannot have

In safety.

It beats itself

Against the glass

Trying

To get out

To get in

To get somewhere.

We do not know-

Maybe to get out

Of this world.