I met you once

somewhere between birth and sleep

with a sideways glance

to make you mine

I pour you wine

to keep you here

though eventually everyone goes

think you may hear the story

within the notes of jazz

think you may see things

within the sharps and flats

between the lines



whispered my favorite words

quietly in your ear

the poetry of 
Leonard Cohen 

seeping into your skin

to moisten eyes

to soften hearts

to awaken my awareness
of your 
fingers lightly trailing my skin


begged on bended knees

for you to see inside of

the ordinary me

to seek out the extraordinary

idiosyncrasies of the bourgeoisie

traits that make you second guess

the sanity of you and me


kissed your mouth
with abandon
 hands
clenched to shoulder blades

exhaled spoken word

to you in tongues

the secrets of the beatniks

through scribbles left behind

wafting on the smoke filled songs

sticking to the walls

turning everything blue

so 
I met you once 

somewhere between birth and sleep

someone who still knew 

what it meant to howl.