one day ---
she walked into herself
and asked for sanctuary

lay your head
upon my heart
hear it whisper
of the light inside

seeking the hidden
by firefly light
summer pleasure

is very probable that human mouths open when we look up so aliens can insert a fishing hook much more simply

a field
full of flowers
            and bugs
unzips the inner child

sharp
things long buried
    dredged from the murk

time
[ the only tool ]
available to blunt the edges

is a wonder
I can walk
carrying the weight
of all these
unsaid words

never ignore an opportunity
to turn your face
up to the sun and smile

Zzzzzzzzzz...

green shoots
   slumbering
beneath white snow
   dreaming
a kaleidoscope
   of spring

friendly....

sinking in --
warm and soft
filling voids
previously unprodded

tis the season....

I enjoy gawking at christmas lights.

I figure if they don't want me to press my nose to the window --their bushes would be spikier...

acrobat...

lust to love
  tumbling point
    right on the tip
           of his tongue

             
                LOVE
                  is a necessary
              building block of life
I wonder why it's not on the periodic table?

    
           try not to distract me
I'm busy believing in gravity....

breathe deeply, exhale slowly
       make room for joy

demons...........

 

he feeds his demons well

alone in the dark

preparing for war

says he craves peace

but finds battles in

every encounter

warring the world

a world he created

black upon black

alone in the dark

he feeds his demons well

 

 

 

 

six words....

touch me with more than skin

Drenched........

summer walk

stolen from a

travel day 

bench under

a leafy canopy

not quite enough

umbrella to  shelter

us from a

sudden downpour 

your plaintive cry of

“I’m getting wet…”

precipitating

a  squelching dash inside 

walking yesterday

I passed the spot,

remembering

how you fussed about

your hair

your shoes

your clothes 

patted  the tree that

had offered shelter

smiled and wondered

if etched in its bark, its limbs,

its rings of counting time 

there would be

a blip of memory of the day

two people took shelter

and he was such a girl

 

 

 

unhooked.....

a flame burned

out, not through

 

grooves of entrenchment

dug, then left behind 

like lines

etched onto glass 

cool to the touch

but still rough

around the edges






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walking wounded ......

 I dreamed I lay

 flat

 Gasping

A crowd of the

curious looking down

on me

My chest –a gaping hole

a spear run right through it 

I woke with a chill

sweated out hours

later dancing

to zydeco

in the festival heat 

Mid afternoon,

browsing stalls

hot, sweaty

smiling  - oblivious

to my peril

the crowds part and

there you are

Arms open, saying come

here 

Your chest to mine

arms tight around me

soft words

kisses exchanged

at parting 

People turn to look

as I walk away 

Drawn no doubt by

the squelching sound

of the sucking chest wound

reopened by a blunt embrace

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