My hands are washed clean

My hands are washed clean
Soaked in dreams
Scrubbed in set backs
Rinsed in yes we can
Air dried while running through
through the streets
Celebrating all things
Now
Are really possible.

Jrg 2008

Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee

Sound as His Mistress

he choose to run around town
with the imagination of sound
as his mistress

he liked the way of sound

musical notes and background sounds
are some of places they visited
they walked along a crescendo holding hands
and kissed behind the back beat

they would hum into each other’s ears
snuggle close
listening for the interlude between songs

if they were caught
he could deny their existence
because no one was listening

unable to remember any of the words
to their love song
he often listened to singing birds
hoping to catch a familiar sound

silence struck without warning
he is deaf and fallen out of love
and fallen out of the rhythm
of love

with no where to go
no one to listen to
he sits alone waiting
for sounds of love

2006 jrg
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee

Breath and Breathe

I have been

holding my breath

for hours

waiting for

the day to end

Only to find out

I can't

breathe at night

jrg 6-16-09

Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee