Distance

Like flowers turn towards

The sun

Like moths brush wing tips against

The lit bulb-

I am drawn to you.

The way embers glow warm

But lack the fire’s flame-

I feel your absence.

Between my lips and yours

There is distance-

Between your strong gaze

And mine the miles stretch out

Like open highway in

The sun baked desert.

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Mellors to His Lady

Your two lips are the Cupid’s bow my

Own lips softly strum.  I have walked

Through your fleshed out woods in

Quiet expectation,  just desiring you to

Come.

The forget-me-nots rise up and greet thee

In their thrusting, funny way. I watch

You walk down the narrow path with

Eyes flashing, and I hope you’re here to

Stay.

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Maurice to Clive

a haiku

You called out my name;

An embrace, a kiss, a life.

Then you changed your mind.

RLJ

Toast with Orange Marmalade

Your hostility glowers on the table between us.

A red checkered table cloth and a daisy in a vase.

Are you going to clean that up? Or shall I?

I don’t speak of it, the very look in your eye

Cautions me against such a selfish action.

But there it sits; your anger, your hate, your pain.

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The Longevity of Language

At the end of the world the words will wrap and choke

Like overindulged weeds in the ravished garden of humanity.

While we scuttle and crawl by like brown backed cockroaches:

Though not so mighty.

The widespread words will be the only reminder (remainder)

Of our great and powerful, unconquerable Empire.

Libraries will ( Read more... )

Deciduous Romance

The Tree stands tall, handsome, outside the window.

Fading sunlight illumines the crisp leaves,

Turning them gently from green to amber.

So many colors I just don’t know.

Second story love affair: begins with the Tree.

The branches tap fondly at the panes,

Begging to be let in or acknowledged.

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This is You

A furnace fed by words

Stoked by gazes-glances stolen.

This is you

And this is how I see you.

An idol on a pedestal

Perfection.

Qualities of a God and more.

Knowledge drops from your

Tongue and

Your fingertips-

I run with a vase

To catch as much as I can.

Penetrated by you

Your eyes and your words:

I am ravished

Laid waste

Decimated;
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Just a Boy

I want a boy who will buy me books

And then read them to me.

I want a boy who speaks his mind

And his heart.

One who calls me on the phone

And has nothing important to say,

But he says it anyway.

I want a boy who takes me out

And stays with me all night

And all day.

I want a boy who’s a man

But who’s in touch with his inner child.

A ( Read more... )

The Longevity of Language

At the end of the world the words will wrap and choke

Like overindulged weeds in the ravished garden of humanity.

While we scuttle and crawl by like brown backed cockroaches,

Though not so mighty-

The widespread words will be the only reminder (remainder)

Of our great and powerful, unconquerable Empire.

Libraries will ( Read more... )