You don’t want to lay down, but it’s not time to run, so you arch,
throw yourself, scream, dive, and you hate me.
I bring you to myself and calm your body down.
You tire out but wake slightly, give me side-eye like you trust me,
and I slide you to your crib as seamlessly as I can,
deep-breathing in your ear until you’re
long-down. And you sleep long enough to little more than
recover, sit up in your bed and smile, start whining for me.
I say, “Come here,” and you stand between my thighs,
happily rest your head on my leg, and you need me.
I pat your back. Soon you change your head to my stomach.
You’ve forgiven me. Oh, you see your twin has the doll you like,Read More »
Category: Portraits
Carrie
I couldn’t tell what Ma was cooking,
nor growing in her flower garden,
but sweet and spicy scents told me
that it was something good.
Neither do I know where Carrie
comes from with extraordinary
aromas exuding from her I would
bottle if I could.
Jern
Jern wanted to see the heart
I’d locked inside a drawer.
I fished in all my pockets but couldn’t
talk to Jern anymore.
Hear
You never croak, but you roar like a frog.
You bark an extended note, though you never howl.
You write her love songs, drunk on ale.
Buzzed on tea, I ink the sound down.
‘S’alright. My pen’s as neutered
as I always said it was.
And my love’s as strong as you strike
those chords
over, and over, and over again. Sway side to side.
I see the curves that your hips don’t make, Man.Read More »
Kindred Spirit
Aware. Silent communication. Glance.
Always see
where the pupils don’t gaze.
Meet. Match. Convey.
Look away. Smile.
Connect. Click. Chemistry.
Know.
Recognize.
Ana-Bri
Ana-Bri,
Brawnasaur,
Brianasaurus rex
Loved me though
all the world
could see was my life’s mess.
Briana, the
open one
let me hold her soul,Read More »
Laps
Sweet girl, eyes shining, endlessly dying
for attention she knows I can give-
what she shows with her lips
that she wants: Soft smile, chestRead More »
Traveler; Winter Night
If the sky is navy and the sun gives off
a lingering bumblebee glow,
when the snow dares to fall but is too shy to stay,
and you start to sense that you’re alone,
with the village distant and you in the desert-
I see how you feel in my soul.
But what do you hear? And what do you cry?
What secrets do you know?
jumping
I like to jump.
Jump is the good thing for me.Read More »
Heights, Defiance, and Things at Stake
No matter your imaginings and dreams,
gravity, a mere theory, not really proved,
preached by grown-ups, strikes you true-
You’ve never managed to fly away
or stop their pulling your feet back to
the ground, your head out of the clouds.
Your grown-ups haven’t stayed starry-eyed.
Danger, of course, you take as even less than theory-Read More »
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