If you want

I search for the words
of black and gray
but the words don't exist
at least not in that way.
Better they should be
born from my lips
to your ears.
No interference -
nothing in between
those that you hear
and the ones that I mean.
Any disparity
requiring clarity
can be resolved in our eyes.
So bring your face close
to mine, love
and if you want truth
it will tell you all there is to know.
And if you want kisses
all I have are for you
but if you want your freedom
then what am I to do?
It is yours for a song
for then all that I want
will already be gone.

I'm Thinking of You

"what are you thinking?"
you fancied inquire
like a game of truth or dare
and you couldn't believe
when I'd only answer
"nothing, it's all static in there."
But I didn't guess that
the question was loaded;
the tipping point past
where all trust is eroded.

Well, since you've been gone
the answer has become
emphatic and explicitly true
What am I thinking of now?
I'm thinking of you.

What am I thinking of now?
Now, now, now  and forever
Can't conceive I'd endeavor
to dam up the tunnel
my mind funnels through.
It's incontrovertibly true
I'm thinking of you.

All of my efforts
have been self defeating
and all of my words, regrettable
all the errors
that don't bear repeating
how I repeat them is simply incredible.
Even when I choose
to ignore them
your absence alone
has the power to restore them
though there's no interest left
for my singular debt to accrue.

I could try, I suppose,
to drown my thoughts
like so many others that do.
But that isn't in my make up
There's no casual craft
I can take up for awhile
to while the too much time away.
Can't just file them, sublimely, away-
the questions and the memories
that keep cascading through.
What am I thinking of now?
I'm thinking of you.
God help me,
I'm thinking of you.