Come drink with me, still
your roving heart for a moment,
and share a cup
of flowering jasmine tea. Watch it's feathery
petals unfurl and the water
pearl to brown, and then speak to me of horizons
blurred in mist,
of how a sky so blue
can be confused with the ocean below
shaping
an uncertainty of up,
a doubt of down.

I like to think
that when you took ( Read more... )

Perhaps, you are not the most elegant of rabbits,
your ears flop at strange angles, your fluff is not so fluffy,
your white more gray than white, your gray faded and patchy.
You are a jackrabbit of bunnies, a rough and tumble sort
that withstood being dragged along the ground,
being tossed across the room, being shoved under the bed
with the dust and ( Read more... )

One day, when you are standing alone in your living room,
full of furniture and yet so empty, when the tears are like salt
water estuaries flowing down your cheeks, when in a single day
the world has distorted into an unrecognizable impressionism of itself,
you will bring your palms to your face and  say, oh, how my heart is breaking,
and you ( Read more... )

One day you will press your temple
to mine, and sighing close to my ear, will say,
I will love you always -- always, always.

I will smile and give you a pomegranate kiss,
and say, Yes, always and forever,
like the tides that come and go,
like the moon that always shifts
from round to black, like flowers
that once plucked begin to fade.
Forever like ( Read more... )

I must confess that sometimes
I forget you exist. My mind is rampant
with bills and grocery lists and washing to be done,
with what I wish I hadn't said and what I wish I had,
my mind is a mess of movie lines and song lyrics
colliding with fantastical story lines, with words
galloping just ahead of my ability to write them down.

I do not ( Read more... )

I say, dance. Parade through me
like a procession at carnival, carve
brightly colored masks from the cool
dark corridors of my unconcious, craft
elaborate paper mache wings and horns,
halos and hooves out of my half remembered
histories, cavort, rollick, romp,
tear through me like a circus show,
full of pomp and spectacle and glamor.
I give you permission ( Read more... )

When I think of us, I think of floating,
our hair, stained a wane blue-green, drifting
above our heads like thin stranded seaweed. We wear
scrunchies around our ankles, so that
we are forced to swim with the up-down
kicking motions of dolphins or whales or mermaid.
In the weightless realm of the pool
we perform intricate flips and twirls,
as ( Read more... )

Perhaps I should begin simply, with I love you.
Love of this kind is easy, born as it is in innocence,
part biological, part daily attachment. This love
that is peeled out of bedtime stories, day long hikes
among the redwood trees, morning campsites
and waking to the crisp chilly air by the creek,
and plans gone delightfully awry (tree houses ( Read more... )

Please, please, allow me
to invent you, let me weave
a dream of you, a composite
constructed of the idea of love
and desire. I need to expand you
beyond known borders, to map out
your imagined territories, which
your physical manifestation cannot contain.

Please, please, let me hide,
timid in the shadow of longing.
I will play a game of wanting.
I ( Read more... )

I do not remember
when or how or why
the status of you and me
shifted from acquaintance
to friend. Perhaps it was as
simple as adding the cord
of one event to the next,
compiling confession upon
confession, until the threads
of you and me entwined
into a delicate intimacy.
Who understands the slow
growth of friendship,
how trust blossoms
allowing the slow ( Read more... )