tone deaf in sign language

Is it so bad that I miss her?
if I say it aloud will she hear me?
we were once connected - through wave lengths & frequencies
now the other end of the line has gone silent
or my side has gone mute
maybe she is listening to another
or maybe she is waiting to hear me say those words
I need you

Harvard St.

On Harvard St. there were never any sad rainy days
outside on the street in the rain, my friends and I would race boats 
made out of leaves 
that had fallen from the trees 
in the cool Autumn breeze in Boston. Dorchester to be exact
:smile:
when I was little
she would watch my games out of the living room window
laughing at me because I look like a sailor; only smaller
with a big bow tie on:red
and orange band-aids against my copper skin
white shirt;favorite blue shorts
:smile:
I would find the green leaves of the trees
the ones you can split
and stick on your nose
:smile:
my boat is flying down the stream
dodging rocks and Pepsi cans
even with victory I know that the gutter awaits 
my rainy day shows me; in life all of the bad things go down the drain
so I smile
and she smiles
and I am happy
on Harvard St

inamorata

it seems so unreal - the night

she arrives and cloaks my surroundings like a purple veil over the brightest light

she is silent in her movements baring nothing on her body but the color of skin

BLACK

her eyes

BLACK

her essence

INDIGO

like a piece of onyx mined from a distant star

I enjoy the thought of her over an evening smoke

the strands of grass tickling her ear; pulling her closer into me

I inhale her smells winding all around me; vanilla and ebony oil 
tonight she and I are one

loving the time we share under the stars

they provide a guide for my hands as I grasp her along the So' Dine'é

I am her only audience; the only one to behold her in this form

Naked; but still cloaked in darkness

I smile at her attention to detail as she disrobes her final piece 

heedful to not wake her slumbering father 

the SUN

we kiss

like two comets that crash into one another

we kiss

the way that the ocean touches the sand

we kiss

like ...the ...first ...kiss

and I fall into her arms; it is here that I wait 

until the freshness of dawn wanders onto my skin 

we still lay wrapped; the night and I

embraced in the simplicity of it all

I stare into her eyes as I drift off to sleep

keeping my secret safe with me

forever

inamorata