“…Wondering of your plaid history; your holding, your loving, your scolding what fuel or filter moves you along what weave is woven into song…”
Tag: poetry
Our Returning
Our returning was without hesitancya sweetness tinged the fireburning like love carmelizeda fantasy realizedunconscious effortsof finding another waycloserto the damp and promising earthburied and reflecting in eyesreaching when the ropecouldntbefore it broke in it’s untwistingwe could flyif it meant assistingin our preservationForin our grand silencewe were struckas if seeing shadowsof gods behind us
Some Memory
I dreamt our first long dance was a memory; gilded and gloriously framed our hope poured into children grown A wild forest where seeds once sown Two vibrations sewn together with time-fuzzed threads And I remembered everything you said round pink flowers sent now crumbly and beautifully cobwebbed.
My Favorite Bird
“He speaks in movements; words spun and sung ribbon-ned and bent like vintage candy sent…"
Fishing Without Hooks
Yes, once he sunk his teeth into her cheek, she could never fish properly again She thought (even at times was told) that she was smartand was still tricked and driven so easilyby her “girlie” heart and empathic pity;by his overwhelming possessively sad hostilityToo many times becoming a poisoned prick times three everywhere raisedwell to … Continue reading Fishing Without Hooks
Stand With Me
because i need you to because you need me too also because we have everything we need and we are in easy control to laugh at speed, space, or time and anything that turns on our dime. this could be love or regret oh shit, now i forget.not yet?not yet.let’s not forgetwhat we were laughing … Continue reading Stand With Me
Meat Carver
In this tactile antiquated impulseYou revealed yourselfmore clearly than rolling in ink;naked, downhillThat's all of me right therein dusty charcoal; in stinky ink,laid outIn this pinked sheer reaching hand in;shoulder deep darknessgrasping at something detachingtoo smallSo that's it? That's my all? Or all that's possible,for this un-papered thing reaching?[Never better and not possibly more than … Continue reading Meat Carver
Eve
I would crash them together like boats on the lake or cars on the road the chaos the ever so close one tilting head and hip in between this and that I was the queen not in service but serviced quite a dishhhhhhhh just a sip a nip dipped in thick ness of business … Continue reading Eve
Should Have Bought a Lincoln
A plume of steam or smoke
Billowed forth from her hood
As a dragon would
Puffffffffffffffffff
In the Haze
Photo by Designecologist on Pexels.com And in the haze it came to them how each was like the other Except how they were not, Was how the other was more Complementary Sometimes it happens Finding compatibility beyond dreams And this day reminded By the gem of their finding Love in one another. This moment is … Continue reading In the Haze
Thin Tin String 