The Naiveté of Words

Simple little things, words.

The Naiveté of Words

Simple little things, 
Words,
and so effective
when strung together
in a poem,
breathing romance,
fading loneliness,
with pastel strokes
of words in lines.

When joined together
In just the right way
words can make
a poet's thoughts,
whether fact or fiction,
become a reader's hope
and deepest desire.

Words find their way
to a reader's heart
as surely as petals
dropped in a forest
mark the way 
home again.

I love you's bloom
only to fade from
truths revealed
in even more words.
Can a person 
fall in love
through poetry?
I saw it happen.
It was through
the simple naiveté
of words.

-*-

The Promise

I look at the moon
and I feel your stare
as I send my promise
into the night.

I will never leave
where desire
drives my soul.
I was relentless
in my struggle
to love
and feel loved.

Hope is strong
and love is 
ever willful
because I know
you also love and
need to be loved.

To you,
in my every dream.
To you,
in my every night:

With our eyes
on the same moon,
I feel your stare
and send my promise
into the night.

I will never leave
where desire
drives my soul.
I was relentless
in my struggle
to love
and feel loved.

I will always
be here
to love you …

-*-

Sweet Revenge 
 
A seedy bar in Half Moon Bay,  
known for trysts, where lovers play  
 
while lonely spouses wait at home  
beside a clock and all alone.  
 
A vengeful woman in a chair,  
hoping everyone sees her there. 
  
A playful cat, a mouse she seeks,  
eyeing men through fingers peeks …  
 
fantasizing, nothing missed,  
her mind goes racing down a list  
 
of attributes to be beneath  
in wanton loving between the sheets.  
 
Courage bolstered by the drinks,  
seductive eyes give blatant winks,  
 
and volumes spoken in her smile  
that says to them – “Love me awhile.”  
 
Her guilt is gone, the lesson learned,  
revenge was sweet and now hate burned  
 
at this same table where he sat  
and broke her heart -- he saw to that,  
 
and now it’s his turn there at home  
beside a clock and all alone. 

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