I am incredibly proud of this photo. I think it has the feel of a oil painting.
Have we become less then? Has time taken that moment from us, driven connections away and left me unaware of its passing me? It is like my mind knows, but my heart refuses. Dimly my head wants to hide, in covers rich with scented yesterdays, and not acknowledge the open cut that is my distanceContinue reading “Ending of a poem”
Where did your soul go so long ago? When did its knowing disappear? Why did that fragile shoulder give and let slip apart your dream? Where did your soul go? Now crimson like the blood that pours from the wounds that you inflict. Uncaring of your company. Watch out you do not sliver into someContinue reading “Poison tongue.”
I am shipwrecked by you. Tangled in your seaweed. Tossed by your waves. Never certain if it is undertow, or emotion, that grabs and pulls my ankle toward you. I cannot define this crash of mine. It is like unexpected water with sudden chance of fish. Changeable like the weather, but startlingly beautiful in placesContinue reading “Drowning upward”
Like a quiet breeze you sit next to me. Leg crossed elegantly over thigh made more elegant by the lack of your noticing. The way you love silence, amuses me. Transversing the well trod pathways of your mind and memory. Lingering on a phrase remembered for only an hour or twenty. My heart lingers onContinue reading “Comfortable silence”
There are parts of you that make me purr lift the hairs on my back and make my eyes close into a happy slant. There are parts of you that make me growl bring my hackles up and my ears down wanting to bite your ankle. You have opinions I share with precise lazer-like clarity.Continue reading “Learning curve”
I want to hole up inside the folds of one of your smiles. Peek out only sometimes to see the sun rise and sunset. I want to dwell in the curve of your cheek contented and calmed in the smooth joy that is a part of your very skin. I want to remember myself asContinue reading “Z”
Chilled like a glass my heart wanders into reflections of moist heat and shatters from too much, too soon. Ah! the splinters come to lead a path of red ribbon woe straight into my tired eyelids. Wrinkled copies of beloved words that have memorized themselves into the fabric of my skin, are making homes inContinue reading “The stark truth is a poem”