Upon Waking

"It is always her"

As if in a dream.  It is her. It is always her,  but I can not remember her face.  I know her eyes,  I know her smile,  I know the tenderness of her kiss.  I know the sting of her passion as she playfully bites my lip.  I know her laugh,  I know her tears,  I know the sadness of her words. I know the joy of her desire as she softly whispers in my ear.  I know her pains,  I know her conventions,  I know the distance of her affections. I know the secrets of her heart as she gently touches my skin. I know her hopes,  I know her fears,  I know the depth of her love as she slowly moves away. I know the pull of her ... I know the ... I know the ... I can not remember her face,  but it is her. It is always her. As if in a dream. 

My heart stares (working)

And as quickly as she danced in my words she left to listen to mediocrity. 

-Dennis Birtch

Rudimentary Love

I had met an adventure once. 
I pushed it and it broke me. 
I am parts of what is left, 
loosely glued back. 
Forever cracked,
missing pieces, 
but somehow still whole. 

- Dennis Birtch

Thoughts of You.

Symmetry demands that when two imperfects collide the result is one of beauty. Yet I remain here and you remain there. Separated by a line defined as the straightest point between our two distances. And we as parallels shall never meet. 

- Dennis Birtch. 

Gifted Words

A sonnet is no more 

then words lacking prose. 

I always thought 

you were better than that.

- Dennis Birtch