Alone Together, but his cold wet kiss left nothing in its wake.

It Never Entered My Mind that sparks would not fly, just two warm less lips meeting mine saying nothing sweet or meaningful.

Left me cold like the saxophone in John Coltrane’s Polka Dots And Moonbeans.

Didn’t electrify me like Miles Davis’ Summertime.

It could become a frosty habit if I see him again, but your long gone kisses are a warmth trapped permanently cause I’ve Got You Under My Skin.

Angel Eyes let me Dream a Little Dream with you for it leaves me In A Sentimental Mood.

That It Might As Well Be Spring making me shiver coming out of winters thaw.

I want to live like Chris Botti’s La Belle Dame Sans Regrets for loving and kissing you were not wrong.

Stormy Weather did not deter your warm erotic kisses to light me up from the inside out.

The Nearness Of You kept me warm on the coldest of nights when you went away.

What Is There To Say after being loved by you it was S’Wonderful.

Yes, it is true and it is most unfair that I’ve Got A Crush On You and no one else will do.

The Very Thought Of You will keep me going until the kiss of the next Blue Moon, So Let’s Face The Music And Dance into eternity for When I Fall in Love again it will be forever.

Jazzy kisses are the best.
Kiss me for as long as all these play.
Let your jazzy lips rest on mine forever.

This poem is courtesy of PANDORA’s Dinner Jazz Radio Station anything in Bold Title Capital Letters is a titled song. So go relax with some great music.

Through your eyes

You look relieved every time I guess what you are saying by the look of your eyes.
Others are shocked at our connection, but how can I not know what your beautiful honey brown eyes say;
when they have been speaking to me since I was a child.

You lay there with tubes and wires coming out of you in this excessively intense hospital room.
Even without the power of speech I know what you say by your quiet expressive eyes.
Eyes that have the power to give me peace, tranquility, encouragement, love, discipline and wisdom.

I was scared for you, but more scared for myself.
That I would never have that peace, love or tranquility again without you by my side,
so I fought hard with you to stay and held your hand.

I was and still am selfish not quite ready to let you go.
You have taught me so much with your life experiences and your 3rd grade education,
but I’m still afraid of being without your gaze and I don’t know how to be without you.

You have been my other half that completes me.
Not some friend, mate or spouse, but you mom.
Who else can give me peace, hope, tranquility, encouragement, wisdom, discipline and love with only their eyes.

Your amazing brown eyes are my saving grace and my peace of mind.
Thank you for your strength and serenity, mom.
The messages from your brown eyes are what will carry me forth when you leave this plain.

Through your eyes we will survive.
Through your eyes we will carry your teachings.
Through your eyes we will live.

I Miss You


I miss your hands enveloping mine.
I miss your arm wrapping me in your warmth.
I miss your gaze filled with understanding and love.
I miss your words of encouragement, guidance, wisdom and kindness.
I miss your ears that listened without judgement.
I miss walking around and exploring our surroundings.
I miss visiting with you and learning about your youth filled days spent working the fields.
I miss you telling and showing me how men are supposed to act.
I miss your blessings.

I wish my wish would come true to spend some more time with you and record it so that I can show the following generation how they should live and love.

Gracias Papabuelo.

In the picture with my 60 something year old grandpa. He was feeding me at my 2nd birthday party. He lived to the ripe old age of 98.



Let’s walk just you and I down the winding path.

Under the colorful canopy of leaves.

Take my hand in yours keep it warm as you embrace my heart through our linked fingers.


Let’s walk just you and I down the winding path.

Under the colorful canopy of leaves.

Shield me from the mighty Autumn winds as you keep me warm in your embrace.


Let’s walk just you and I down the winding path.

Under the colorful canopy of leaves.

Hold me close to you and don’t let other’s ideas of perfections interfere, for we are our own perfection with some imperfections.


Let’s walk just you and I down the winding path.

Under the colorful canopy of leaves.

Smile with the pupil of your eyes at me to ignite my inner radiance.


Let’s walk just you and I down the winding path.

Under the colorful canopy of leaves.

Kiss my lips and claim me as your own as I claim you for all to see that I’m yours and you are mine.


Let’s walk just you and I down the winding path.

Under the colorful canopy of leaves.

Caress my face with your swift explorative fingers, down my neck, arms and body to further lay claim to my body, so others know that we belong to each other.


Let’s walk just you and I down the winding path.

Under the colorful canopy of leaves.

Let’s look into each other’s soul and join them for eternity down this long winding road.

Haibun – dVerse Challenge

Based on the painting:
The View of the Church of Saint Paul de Mausole

by Vincent van Gogh

Oh what a view on this Sunday morn from my sister’s bedroom window.
Kateri’s glow is intensified by the early morning sun. Her radiant beauty matches the golden wheat fields.
Her something borrowed is as blue as the roof of the church where she will meet her soon to be spouse.
Nana hangs the brooch delicately from the same silken ribbon from when she wed pop-pop and when Mami wed daddy.
Simple, strong and sweet just like them.
Though she loves him she paces; her nerves are rising and rolling like the hills outside her bedroom window.
Will she be as kind and patient like Mami and nana?
Will she be as strong and loving like daddy and pop-pop?
She will be all those things and more as she recites her vows again, so she won’t stumble in front of the celebrant who has known us since birth.
For today was a golden day to promise to love her best friend forever and a day or to Pluto and back.

She’d rather run it
Than walk to make her vow
Under the gold sunlight.

The 3rd Haibun Monday is the monthly dVerse challenge at the Poet’s Pub.