-Mary Born

             -Michael Adams

	    -Carol Lewis

(In Mary's perfect penmanship...)

Hey, Teach!

As Gregor Mendel would say, "How have you bean?" (Get it? Would you like to?;^)

Saw your smiling face through the hall during Poli Sci. Hey! How come you're out there and I'm stuck in here? Ugh!!!!!!!

Not sure when I'll get this to you. Maybe the break between periods...

Stairwell at 3:15? You always go by just then. How about another ride, Teacher? Hmmm? Amica says you flair your nostrils when you laugh.

I'll never tell...

Love,

~M ("Mmmmmmm....")

Mary's Proof

I don't care
If it's right or wrong
What I feel is the truth!

-> There's something very special
   Between you and me.
   Can't explain it
   Yet when we're together
   You know it's there...

-> You've seen such sadness in your life.
   Let me finish the rhyme
   And tell you that I care...

QED!

-M (Your A+ student!)

(Do I get another one of your gold stars?...)

Michael Shows His Love

Catching a late train
To musical Blue
Over reaching...
I love you, little girl...

              -Michael Adams

First One to Get away

Outside of myself
For the nth time
Michael sleeping far behind
Knew I'd break away
To beautiful dreams
I get away.

Placed a quarter in my hand.
A key to call myself
Just in case
Ooh, but let's lay off of that
Let's say we get away
From all that
Let me explore
These ruins
Like the dream.

Michael sleeping up ahead.
Kiss kiss, plus plus
Here I come again...

         -Carol Lewis (the great)

Late Night

Late late late
Such a late night
Too much driving going on
Clouds thunder
And that key incident
With Carol
Bruised my spirits

Now there she is
My salvation
My young education
Sleeping

Have to get her
Back to the Hotel
Have to persevere...

           -Michael Adams

Ocean Side

I'd never visited the shore at night
You know, the Pacific Ocean
But I'd always wondered about it.
Fretted about it
Like, it's always there, you know
And it's so incredibly big
My house but a toss away
Your house but another toss away
Or two
What's to keep it from swallowing us up one day?
Whether we go there or not?
It's pretty silly.

But at night
Not when dull parents
Take their shrill kids
For a little dip on a perfectly urban day
Of urban bliss
But at night
Well, what goes on there?
Trolls and bandts out there?
Passive transients?
Serial killers?
Teachers and students?
(i.e. More happy folks like us?
 Maybe we can start a club...)
The glint of moonlight interruptus
From a blue-barreled gun?

Honey
Want to take you...

So, anyway, we go
Like love-drunk moths
We go
After homework
After chores
Or even baby-sitting
Outsmarting the unwary guardians of law
Like Perry Mason
Like Della Street
Exploring some ancient boathouse mystery...

And the night
It isn't mean
And it echoes all your screams...

Mary's Lingering Note

It doesn't matter what we do
Or what we say
What matters is this feeling
Here inside of me

Sun going down
Awakening, rejoicing
Once again this visit
It's happening again

How can I say it?
When words distort it?
Turn the camera on you
And believe~
It's all true~

        -Mary Born

Touch

Let me fall peacefully
Into that valley of you
Where time has no true meaning
And age an ancient concept
Grows more distant
With each passing heart.

You alone can bring me there.
I breathe the cool midnight
Of your forbidden hair
Made buoyant
By its endless sea of waves
Holding me under
And washing my weary soul.

Not content not to be with you
I size against truth
With the bridesmaids I meet
Chasing the fleet nubile nature
In there transient collective soul.

The flesh of union
Burns within reach.
It brands me, binds me
A little closer,
A little farther
To, from
The intimacy of your eternal touch.

Teacher's Lounge

Es verdad all things
Begin and end
With you.
Such a simple concept
Yet true.

Light fading
And encased by your brilliant warmth,
I'm strangled by arms, legs,
Your hair
Our ritual transport
Up and down the stairs.

Primus: "Don't let me go,"
Said with menace and care,
Elsewhere (2, by useless strangers):
"Over in that house,
 Well, something peculiar
 Is happening there."

(Answers from the basement,
 From the 2nd floor
 Of my tatooed heart:)

1) "I won't let you go,"
2) "What they say
   I just don't care..."

Michael's Weaker Moment

The cores of our respective fasts did break
As apples and in silver bin reside
Loving, spent, refugees from a perfect world
Where real is the taste of your honeyed mouth

Your eyes~
I yearn to touch grey skies
As an eagle who's gazed upon life
High from apple-heavy bough
Still shaking, quivering
From the explosions each passioned-morning brings
Still fresh from the intimacy of your fertile touch.

(Goodness, he's writing about Carol...)

Harbor

In a world filled with fear,
Resentment,
Your love shines
Like a beacon
Over shimmering seas
Which contain the true secret
Of blue skies long since vanquished
By endless night.

Let our lips
Seal a bond that speaks
Not of possession
Nor of petty faithlessness
Nor let twilight
Surround this vessel
Branded by grace of friendship.

Our dawn
Is a well-cherished treasure
And hope lingers
In harbor
Brushed with the expectancy
Of what we two hold
So close, so warm, so dear.

	-Michael Adams

Santa Fe National Forest

He loves her
Yet a problem in that it doesn't click
In the night when two souls become one
As souls tend to do
And the chalice is filled,
Superfilled,
Overfilled
Then inverted
And one left thirsty
Left to twisted dream

Now he loves her
And those dreams we mentioned
Take on a new meaning
For fresh is night's realm
When the day's heat has just dissolved
And the forest still echoes
With two soul's mingling
And three hearts heard beating
Not two...

(Run Mary!  She looks pissed... ;^)

Timeless

The last time
I'd a glimpse of you:
Late last summer
Down the rose-lit stair

How I carry that moment
Locked in a tireless heart
Still pumping
With hope of feeling it once again

Your rain-soaked sweet image
Never leaves me
Now older
Now younger
Now trembling lips and then
Now touching me once again.

(No one else seems to matter
No one else would understand...)

Agenda

What to do
When this world
Collapses
All about you

The machinery
Is not in place
To tighten it
All up again
With left side
Way too loose
And the right
Going home
With someone else's marbles.

Darling, look at me
And I need you
Not there
To sometimes cure me.

For the rehabilitation
Is the pause that
Precedes that breath
And then that discovery
That my house is open.
And then there's you
Rushing through those doors.

Blue

There are rings
And stars
And summer midnight skies
With air so deep and blue

Would but to love
Like that dream
Where that sand is warm, smooth
And every night is you.

Ahem, so Mary.  What do you do with these little notes anyway? 

			-Michael

Late Night

Late late late
Such a late night
Too much driving going on
Clouds thunder
And that key incident
With Carol
Bruised my spirit

Now there she is
My salvation
My young education
Sleeping

Have to get her
Back to the Hotel
Have to persevere...

           -Michael Adams

Michael's Weak Moment

Nice young girls
Finish all their supper
Then savor
The milky downs of lust
Like milk and chocolate
Melt on a silver platter.

Are you a nice girl?

	 -Teacher

New Mexico

When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
Too much joy in here
So much
Clever warmth
Like the words from our lips
This feeling
At sundown
At rosebloom
Does it matter what we say?
"Honey, it might be raining..."

    Michael Adams
    Roadside, top down
    Somewhere close to Nambe