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 »
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 »
Be near,
close to me as I scrawl.Read More »
By one caress, my fingers had met
the last of the warts
that reside on your hand.
By one year of caressing, however,
you’d encountered the first of the
burns that traverse
my fingers.
I kiss your abnormalities,Read More »
ride a little pony into town
ride a little pony-
oops-
you fell down
No longer two but twenty-two,
no longer atop my grandpa’s knees but straddling a tight rope,
no longer slipping between his legs-Read More »
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 »
Enamored folks in
the breeze stay silent. This sun
warms but cannot burn.
I gaze at her
with my blue eyes singing
everything
I’ve never thought.
My eyes are inhaling,
and how they manageRead More »
My feelings towards you confuse me,
or at least they would
if I ever bothered to think about them.
I don’t.Read More »
She wraps the word up in French,
like a foreign language leaves her
one step removed
from the vulnerable truth-
she has a love in her handsRead More »
You are in my heart, annoyingly-
a shadow,
a remnant,
a ghost I cannot truly grasp,
a crevice nothing else will fit inside.
So I write poetryRead More »