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Once every month
I feel a great loss
of time and life
the potential of us
My skin aged with worry
scratched from salty tears
I’m ashen and pale
and sleepless with fear
My goals are defeated
My plans gone awry
My hope is depleted
My dream has gone to die
Staring at the blood,
I lean my head against the wall
and stifle my sigh
I’ve lost the perfect love
And I know you don’t hear me
you never understand why
I’m so serious
Period.

My soft hands
glide over your soul
like warmth over heat
covering you with sleep
Something that creeps in
Taking hold of your senses
gripping onto your emotions
covering them in suspended depth
retreats for the moment –
This moment that I hold you
so close to your hope
Transcending every venue
of depression and confusion
My lips land gently
upon your worried brow
smoothing away
the unruly wrinkles of sorrow
and healing those wounds
that have temporarily left
their reputable bloody disdain
on your possible tomorrows
Breathing in the late night air
exhaling cool dreams
into your mind
and upon your fevered heart
with a silence only given
never wasted
while two are apart
Bringing your strength in…
I will hold you high above the night
Fending off your pain
I will win your fights
he’s too many miles away
but so near to you
While you rest
I will stay beside you
I will do my best

It’s too dark tonight to run from this mess
But music has set the tone for escape
I want to feel pain inside of my chest
While stronger strides pronate the course we made
My heart falters — an attack seems to be
A welcomed answer to losing this stress
Of figuring out a new path for me
To take me away — but I must confess
The distance I’ve permanently conquered
Brought severe pain to my muscles of faith
In those future roads now under water
Unknown, less traveled paths I’ll have to take
I’m running but life is ahead of me
Eversing my faith in our destiny

I linger in the doorway
rediscovering the desire
to climb up on you
straddle my thighs
across you
leaning over you
squeezing slightly
to balance my body
over your still frame
Letting out heavy sighs
as the sweat begins
to tease my skin
from the natural highs
and those deeper sighs
Pushing each other
further and faster
over invisible lines
near before and after
My legs become weak
but my will is in sync
with your obvious intention
to wear me out
so that you can cross
the finish line
And now
you are covered in cold
winter has kept you
hidden, unused, unwanted
decorated in icicles
But I still have memories
of riding you often
racing and winning
with you
my bicycle

Music reminds me
half of my life
dies in the day
a tired, old soul
Dreaming of ways -
ways to lay quietly
inside of your arms
before I grow cold
Believe in our love
and pray for the time
that you will be here
and you will be mine
Half of my laugh
is part of your smile
the distance between us
disappears for awhile
Music reminds me
tomorrow concedes
a new chance to hold you
a lifetime to breathe

Allow the identity
to slip from your tongue,
and find resolution
in hearing your name
But intimacy lies
where fear comes undone
And losing seems inevitable
at the end of the game

Echoes of footprints retreat in my mind
As you walk towards the life you cannot live
Rainstorms cannot heal these overgrown vines
The sun burned their blooms off; they cannot give
Sweet memories of warmth in ancient summers
Only winter in masks and cold disguised
As free fallen hopes destroyed by others
Who have traveled this road on the outside
Of a chance to reinvent the present
Life or the future that will set us free
But no echo will ripen the descent
Of twisted roots coiled around our feet
I return to the road and search for marks
You had erased long ago in the dark

Ice melting slowly
I lean into you
whirpools of water
everything feels new
Mixed with my drink
lustful liquids combine
as they crash into the glass
I’m reinventing time
Stirring them, moving them
motions near the prize
around a ripe, red cherry
your hand upon my thigh
I’m listening to your story
but begin to plan and think
How your mouth curves slightly
How I taste you as you speak
Your hand upon my back
My body feels desire
You lead me out the door
a rising, climbing fire
Subtle, misty rain
falling into your kiss
Night shields us from the lights
I’m blinded from the bliss
Sighing from your touch
hypnotized poetry on my flesh
I disappear into your soul
like winter steals heat from breath

White picket fence without a door
A rose buried in permanent frost
Poetry, music, rain, children and more
Shopped for love, regardless of cost
Born on Monday, holding my breath
I inhaled life and exhaled death

 *Author’s Note: David challenged a number of us to write our life’s history or memoir in six words.  I turned it into a six word, six line poem. If I have to follow the given rules -the first line is my answer…