You Know Who You Are...

Happy Valentines Day ~

Of Kind...

Distance presses its teeth deep

Into my skin. I still look for you...

Still see your face, while you try to fold

Back the layers--getting lost

To the years of infinite grays--

And, yet, in the unspoken, we share

The same wondrous, hope-laced skies.

And Then, There Was You...

I swallow what feels like

A sweetened memory of the sun.

At sunrise, I rise

With hope; beauty breathes

Into the dark spots,

The space between the trees

Where the bark has given up:

Fallen; pieces of desire; all this...

Having lost it’s way.

And then, there was you.

He Reigns Over Me

The poem is not over. Read to me. It’s as if I’ve waited my whole life for these moments. Tell me the title, again. Who was the poet? What was the year? That seems so long ago. We were once long ago.

Intersection

Are you being held hostage by your inner geography? Have you grown comfortable in this? Have your placid streams ignored the kisses from the sun and moon? You...wild at heart, retract, and lose time from tracing the same creases on the map...

Away

Words seek out

in the parody,

and look for clues

in the backdrop

of the repetition

this day, the day,

this departure…

Hot skies hum

vibrate to gray,

dotting brush-

strokes, opaque

glass windows,

your face, gone,

trains of kisses, for

another day.

You

I never want to forget. I chose not to let go...

* * *

My stomach has burned itself into a state of numbness. Self-diagnosis: hopeful nervousness, and I no of cure, except for the chalky fizz of Alka Seltzer I’ve recently acquired. I find this swirly and sandy magical mess to ease the clenched fists of anticipation throwing right hooks inside my stomach. The hissing fizz takes me back to a former self, my youth, when I lived closer to the ocean, when salt and fog lived within my hair, and how, when life and love managed to spread out before me like the shoreline, making the horizon touchable.