Saturday, August 6, 2011

lovely waters

do you want to go to the seaside?
i'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
salty water and sweet skin
wet ankles and sandy palms
everything artlessly curls; the waves to the shore, my hair to my shoulders
slow down moon
the sands of broken love
don't let the ocean end
us
thousands of seasides and us
but of course you can tell me a secret
lips of sailing whispers
we've gone boating
and i'm scared too

Thursday, June 30, 2011

the bottom drawer

hand-me-downs are what you're buying now
a dollar here and there for someone elses dusty trash
our own treasure is becoming past
it's just a yard sale for memories
fountains of pennies for 1 cent photos
crinkled bills pulled from pockets: love for sale
you're selling us
we're just the bottom drawer
of your new armoire

Thursday, April 7, 2011

beside my bedside

he asked her to follow, she did not respond. he asked her to run, she continued walking on. she wanted him to ask once more, just to want her once more. but he's just a thought; a black tea stain on bedside oak; a novel's bent page. he's paper thin. just a borrowed book

Monday, March 21, 2011

Ifs of the moon

She looked like she had always looked
felt like she had always felt
and moved with absence of grace
she was familiar to herself
and that was the problem

if the moon was her love
would she lend a bent head up to him every night?
or would she change
one star for every night

Friday, February 4, 2011

your fingertip strokes

i want water colors
mixing and stirring
spilling into one another
a painting, yes
that's what we'll be

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

when i surrender

you make me want to be
in perfect disarray

Saturday, November 20, 2010

content with discontentment

Braided hair, down her back.
light blue dress without a wrinkle
feet arched; perfectly naked
the laces quiet atop her empty shoes
they named her lonely