As You Wish and other poems

move? you're alive. if you want, I could fly.

Hello, My name is Inigo Montoya, You Killed My Father, Prepare to Die

Your curls bring me solace
when surrounded by a moat
some would use for sightseeing,
but which I fear to cross and feel some great glory when I have.

Your eyes,                                
even when hidden behind black shields,
bring me warmth
in a castle that refuses to crumble.

Although I know this stone will still stand here when I am gone,
I know it won�t be talked about
as much as the nonfiction legends
we created during hot-chocolate-covered walks
along the snowy paths and the crunching orange leaves.

Don�t think about the last time you�ll see me,
think about the first time you�ll see me tomorrow.


Men of Action

As lucid as a cold teardrop
Lost in a pond
I see that only half the tears are mine
I can only see your face through a pane of glass
I wish I could have looked you in the eyes
And say what I wanted to say

Your voice is a strawberry raindrop
A dance that I cannot follow
I hold it in my cupped hands
Scratch the glass

I remember your hands cupped over my eyes
You laughing

As dated as the tears that follow
when I think about how long ago it was
My eyes speak it
Close and forget
only to keep it in another day

Sorry to say
I can�t fully bring it back
Thought that maybe the whole thing was just made up

But when I thought about it
I remembered.
Your face
through a thin layer of glass
melting into mist,
my sea after the storm.

Miracle Pill
                                        
Be sure to slide your heart
under my door
in early morning

In the eve
by the fire
I�ll give your secrets a home.


ROUS

There are times when I cannot gather enough dirt in my hands
to produce a story worth pitying.
Temptations, bothersome thoughts
they only form solid daggers that will jam the portcullis.
Luckily, I�ve you to catch me
when the poison becomes too strong to stand.
It was more than I could have asked for
when we started,
and here we are again.
Back to the beginning.

As You Wish

Told you I�d see you
at the bottom of the hill
but it seems those promises
have faded over time.

Which of us forgot about them first?

The little things in my mind always
told me to leave
but seeing you in that red dress,
skin like wintery cream
after all these years
revives me.
Hold me close, if only to hear my promise.
I won�t get eaten by the sharks this time.

Reviews

[Kelly D.]

This is quite the collection you have assembled here, and it showcases your talent tremendously. My only reccomendation is that you put the author's note at the beginning, so that we know and can appreciate each piece on it's own. I was thinking of it as one piece until the end. Nonetheless, I was still in love with all of your magical words that made my heart smile, and remember how good you are.

"hot chocolate covered walks"
and
"your voice is a strawberry raindrop"

made me fall in love with you (or your words at least).
Brilliant, and let me reiterate....MAGICAL!