Why would I look up the sky at night
when stars in your eyes shine bright
while finger tips on your cheeks glide
with a soft sigh you open them wide

Why would I look up the sky tonight
when your embrace holds me tight
feels like heaven held in your arms
turned on by your seductive charms

Why would I look up the starlit night
when your form is lit in their light
countless goosebumps are roused
on the shimmering skin aroused

Sometimes, at times there's a feeling at the bottom most pit
in ones form
why do we compose...
and
expect others to repose,
faith in what one does say,
poetry is just a manner to display,
the nuances of the innermost
depths of one's own conflict,
why upon others our misery
do we have to inflict?

this sunset guillotine
with its silver smile
beneath the rambling storefront mile
the golden hills
forgotten ore mills
and Joshua trees
that shine their spines
on the low powered stars
that glide winking in the night
the coyote that beats the rabbits fright
the neons flicker
like the corner state inspection sticker
aching hunkered at the bar
drinking liquor
well a Rolla Wurlitzer spits out the weary
welcome miles
the friendly gals with their patented smiles

When the noise of day recedes
in the shadowed graying light,
I see as the form and shape
distorts, an illuminated blight

The only things that seem
to hold our attention still,
is the moon and stars arising
over the height of the hill

The once brilliant sky becomes
Gods greatest form of art,
shimmering with their glowing
it would awe us from the start

Even with all that scares the mind
in the blackness of the night,
with the tiniest reach of chin
it cowers down from that sight