last waltz

dance with me
in the dying night,
when the candles
have blown their final
breath and the music
a sigh nearing completion.
the gentle rocking of
our hearts entwined,
timed footsteps rooted
in the moment




.

why

why can I not have the small
of your back, the terminus of
graceful curves I would travel
to the column of your neck
where the hair begins to grow,
in short shy curls, near the soft
shell of your ear and the firm
architecture of your jaw,
a wonderland for fingers
to explore, a place of whispers
and secrets that lips are eager to tell




.

crush

you were standing there and
I wrapped my self around you,
burning brakes choke the air,
transmission fails and I clutch
at nothing, sheet metal rending
in disastrous cries, glass screams
throwing itself everywhere.
the steady drip of high octane
mingles with crank oil and
a missed place spark, black greasy smoke
and roaring hydrocarbons.
You walk away with out a scratch




. 

Sæglópur

I close my eyes and dream

of the sweetest sadness;

leaving a home just discovered,

the first smile of yours eyes,

and the horizon spreading beyond possibilit

.