New poem... for an anonymous admirer... who e-mailed me a poem s/he wrote... I sent this back...

Whisper Fire Sweetness

Eyes wander when you

don’t hold the leashes tight.

When did yours drift over to me?

You sampled me, nameless,

as I was spotlight blinded.

Words were flying so I

couldn’t catch the sparks

hiding in your eyes.

You can’t start a fire like that.

Let

the gasoline

touch

the match.

Show me open-eyed dreaming.

I am open-hearted and fiending.

Show me the petal’s color,

your screaming words,

your heart squalling.

Whisper me all

the names you’ve earned.

I’ll show you my

pale colors melting.

Lips are not

real sweetness,

but they let me

explain

everything

without saying

one

single

word.

2/10/05