Losing skin cells,
growing more-
part of daily human life.
I charge toward your heart from your outer layer,
constantly fearing
being shed,
running into nothing but
another, another
layer of skin.
I stood
finally-Read More »
Tag: marriage
Stained Glass
Whisper words like “virgin” and watch
as images dance through their minds
of white satin gloves,
of innocent deer,
of crystal clear glass.
Write it on my i.d. or social,
but leave it off my nametag, please,Read More »
Intimacy
Be near,
close to me as I scrawl.Read More »
Fear
Love is a jerk,
a cruel-hearted beast
with a gap-toothed grin
and a cigarette.
What Went Wrong (Ebony’s Song)
I’ve the story memorized.
I could write a whole book, film a movie.
I can quote our every line.
Why’s it matter so much,
why’s it grip me?
There was waiting, anticipating.
We were rooting for oh, so long.
Then the ending, sudden grating-Read More »
Snowfall
Light but firm
was the kiss of snow the sky gave
the dotted tops of all the brown and green.
Perhaps light firmness is seen instead of felt,
for my lips cannot recall receiving such a one.
What has impressed
upon these rose petals?
Other things-Read More »
April Haiku
Enamored folks in
the breeze stay silent. This sun
warms but cannot burn.
The Plus-One
I know about happiness; We’ve met.
We just don’t get alone time-
Anxiety’s name is “, but”. I don’t do simple sentences.
I know Anxiety so well that I don’t have to see its face-
No matter how fast I spin, it’s always a hair’s breadth from my sight.
But I know it’s there. It breathes down the right side of my neck.
It’s got a chokehold. And trust me- When you’re that intimate with somebody else,Read More »
Circles in Life
There’s a dip below the clavicle
that begs to cradle the zygoma.
The zygoma makes a sort of
symbiotic, constant cry.
Baby’s satisfied through her mother,
until mom leaves her to the man.
Soon he hands to her their baby,
and it all begins again.
My feelings towards you confuse me,
My feelings towards you confuse me,
or at least they would
if I ever bothered to think about them.
I don’t.Read More »
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