Poem "Soaking Out Saturday On Sunday"

Quiet Sunday evening
It melts out my pores
And cries out my being
Soaking out the Saturday before

A night I barely remember
Since it felt like a dream
Of soaking in the summer
So much longer than it may seem

The smoke fills the air
Hanging like a banner
Forgotten by midday's glare
The music's hum and a singer's stammer

And yesterday's times
Leave me with today's calm
Growing with the vines
And withers with the song

Poem: "Redemption In Pain"

As the stench of liquor and beer clears
My scars disappear along with my tears
You serve your hell as you shake
You've begged forgiveness for the mistake

Beads of sweat drop from your face
In my kisses, salt, I cry the taste
You have redemption in pain
Not a cloud in the sky yet you make rain

I long for clear skies for both of us
And for the past to be reduced to dust
Our love is the Earth under our bodies
It will outlast anything that is brought in the breeze