What is a first glance? A way of saying goodbye. and a threshold enters as much as it leaves. contains as much as it rejects. we work at parting glances, splitting the differences of space and air, a carnival of words, exchanged for fleeting glimpses of a stranger and a desired kiss. caressing fingers that…
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Late Season Pruning
Trellis of his beauty, she— A God, he created her in the image of— [woman, women: bits and pieces] She is his flower garden. He plants his roses, he cultivates. Ivy climbs across her back, wrapping around her sides in formal array. She sobs for his beauty. Irises upon irises, violet. She…
The Troll Bridge
the clatter of skateboard wheels, the crunch of tussling in autumn leaves, laughter at intimate jokes, lines from movies and books, dreams spun spider web thin, abandoned, collecting dust, yet sparkling in the right slant of light these memories, we shared, now mine alone I horde, an angry troll under the bridge that others dare…
closer than they appear
I watch you watch life through the rear view mirror not knowing what you’ve seen until it has passed and only then a backward reflection I watch you watch us fading into the distance looking passed our future never knowing I was left behind, lost in your blind spot I watch you leave and know…
Dust on My Head
You collect your pretty, pretty things on the shelf for everyone to see. Caveat emptor! Had I known then, what I know now, the person I would be.
Courtyard of my Dreams
I stood before you my soul naked. And you embraced all my faults and sorrows loving, accepting. There have been times in my life when I thought I would love no one not even myself. But then I found you standing in the Courtyard of my Dreams full of wild flowers in bloom, your shirt…
river
It happened again this morning. And sometimes I think, ‘your words will flow into my heart.’ My adder tongue rests in my mouth as I refuse to turn my rage on you like the Ripper’s blade. Splitting a chasm deeper than these years of erosion. Yet the river of your tongue flows, source…
revelation
And you said, You and I as a couple are as ironic as Mother Teresa with a photon gun. I said, “Oh, I know. You are so handsome, so witty and you really have your shit together.” I guess it wasn’t funny. A two year old letter read and reread countless times lies on the…
Life Imitating Art
I push in the tape and I lie on the bed alone, eroded by a glacier of memories. I have chosen a love story, though I never would have when we were together. The movie begins, a technicolor dream, figures arise before me, you and I. A passionate kiss lingers between lovers. So soon torn apart…
boyfriend
your eyes are a pale-green altar. a torture device of worship, love. I hide my face when I look at you and see my own inadequacies, complicities to the war-torn vestige of our former years. Poisonous memories choke my throat and I cry tears, a sacrifice.
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