She is.

She's the love,
and I dreamt of her
while walking,

And I think of her
upon sleeping,

And I yearn for her,
even now.

And nothing as sweet
will touch these lips,

And she in aesthetics
crushes all form.

For men didn't make her,
Women didn't shape her;

She was shaped
by billions of years
of coincidence.

Or a very careful hand
with brilliant love,
and a passion for perfection.

She is my love,
and she is benevolence,
and she is absolution,
and she is.

BH

From the rd: Tennessee

Mountain face

like graveyard stone

like Giant's toes

in Tennessee.



Cloudy head

You daydream thus

a dream to move

an inch or two.



Sleepy frown

slurping your breath

you inhale sky

and exhale tree.



Land you know

surrounding thee

is where we dream

of God in You.



BH

7-22-09

7:23 pm

The Road, Tennessee.

With Love, from the road.

Merrily then we wept upon the shore
Forgetting happiness but as a bind
To measure that which there is no tool for
Save for action and solace both in kind.

And underneath umbrellas wrapped in sheets
Of spirit cleansing ebbs of blinding rain
we grip the handle case our eyes should meet
To brace ourselves 'gainst Love's eternal pain.

For every flower thinks itself a song
A melody played out in root and stem
A tune with which we both must sing along
a dream that once inside we share with them.

And though we know no love greater than ours
'Tis recognized the sunlight who came first
And through this force that strengthens through rain showers
We will our ghosts to bind the universe.

-BH

A Silly Feeling

And if I had the chance,
I would ask you to dance,
just to love you in treble clef,
so you could hear the nuances,
of loving me in every key,
playing along you and me,
and I'm
So fine,
feeling as if I had found,
the pleasure then,
of taking flight upon a cloud,
another king,
and with that crown,
do right inside the ocean flight of ecstasies,
growing beneath the roots,
and holding up the branches,
Dancers caught in flirting glances,
with moonlight,
And rolling along the skin,
It calls me in,
with merriment and song,
and I take you along,
down my back it slides,
like currents into life,
All under heaven see,
from sea to shining sea,
and I'm,
So blue,
And so are you,
and that's not such a bad thing.

:)

When E.L. goes

I remember her as formless.
Something of a wisp,
Kissing the back of my neck.
A lucid memory,
Like mist around your ankles,
And leaves about your hair.

She stands in my heart,
As God stands in the details,
And the details are of space
And time.
Something distant sings,
In harmony with the wind.

Peering through my window,
Wrapped in cloud cover,
A stringed ornament is used
To catch the melody.
Love is in the currents,
As time is in the imagination.

No one blinks,
As light flows
Like firefly rivers.
That light is of her skin,
As hers is paired with mine,
As stars sing throughout space.

-BH

Garden

There's a garden there,

with soft loamy soil

waiting for us.

It's a ways down the road,

after too many fights,

More love making than thought

humanly possible,

running into each other's arms

to hide,

making each other brave,

the two of us,

avoiding the world,

making strong,

facing the world,

Learning love,

beating the world.

After triumph,

and countless packs of

cigarettes,

and a myriad of potions,

there is a garden,

with soft soil,

and sunshine for our backs,

rain for our heads,

and a little wooden house,

silly cats

with ridiculous names,

gorgeous children...

or not...

And a plane ticket

waiting on the desk.

By candle light

it reads "______"

BH

What the World Needs Now.

John Lennon was right,
Love is all you need.
But we ain't got that,
All we got is a feeling.
And love is a Verb.

-BH

Superman

If there's a Superman,
then he's got no chance;
cause this world
is in love
with Kryptonite.

Shit,
I bought some the other day,
spread it on my burger.
It tasted good,
but I know
that neither Superman,
or these fuckin' nerds
can swallow it.

-BH

Love Drunk

Right to my chest,
like moonshine and maple,
or moonlight through maples,
or moons in your eyes.

It blinds me completely,
this thought of you hurting
or simply me feeling,
it's what I despise.

So love is like moonshine,
it burns 'till you feel warm
and then leaves you tipsy
and out of your mind.

But I've found you perfect,
so girl let's get wasted,
I'll drink you completely
and we'll be just fine.

BH