I
No matter where she has been,
All slept well in her abode
While she restless slept poor.
She slept deep and well at that house on the lake
And then the once at Annie and Dad’s.
But Sanctuary walks her house in the wee hours,
Darkness flowing about her ankles.
The machines whir and the dogs stir, she is home.
She is in a place benefiting
Of the fruits of her labors,
She works hard to feed her soul, to seek her place.
You feel good to her, like groove
In the table she stained by hand that a soft thumb seeks
Absentmindedly. You feel like home.

II
How will I spoil you?
In adoration and honesty,
With words truly scrumptious,
And the desire to understand,
Never anger, never blame.
I will spoil you with respect and
Admiration and desire.

Knowing you in a cursory state,
I saw the tip of my ideals and
Each day knowing you better,
My first thoughts etch deeper.

I am comfortable with you.
Feeling compatible on so many levels.

Quiet today? But my heart is bursting.

It was the last I had to say, but I so want to ask,
Why are you here with me if you are happy with her.

Overwhelmed, I realized just how much I missed you. Just how much I want to see you. Just how much I can’t. After further thought and to compound things, with school and hopefully more work – because I want to handle some things quickly – my schedule will be worse than yours.

Come to me in the midnight hours if need be.
Just so I can touch your face, feel your skin,
Your mouth on me.
Let me meet you to do mundane things like
Buying thick sliced chopped ham.

So scared of hurt,
More so of not trying.

Handle me with patience and understanding and
I will step back and respect that
You have your own style I’d like to learn.

In you I see the best of me,
The similarity and compatibility.
Our differences are no less adored.

There by the grace of god I go
Stepping off into the depths of hell.
Come fire up to meet me, licking.
I do not turn away.

Daddy talked about his Annie
And says….faith.
Pris says I’m beautiful when I cry
And don’t be mad at god.
I say, talk to me.

Big girls do cry.
They do what they have to do,
Not what they want,
And then they cry like hell.

I could identify six scents today in class.
All from the girl next to me.
She must have brushed my shoulder
Or the air permeated my skin.
I can still smell her
It took hours, but my headache dissolved
After much thought of you.

You’re the good guy they want to marry,
The bad boy they want to tame.
What are you doing hangin’ around me.

Find me tonight in dreams.

I had a dream of beaches warm.
I had a dream of taking your arm.

Never exploring outside
The commitment to commitment
Of stubbornness shorn,
Never allowing my own happiness, now
Terrified on the brink of allowance,
Standing naked in the sun, wanting
Sweetly what I trust more than not,
I chance the burn.

You can’t understand the strength of this trust,
It cannot be articulated in words,
Only in the touch of a kiss on salty tears
Or a slow soft caress of possession.

I saw death in the face of
My brother pleading. I am
That ready to live, to be happy.

Though open to what may come,
I was not looking, was not ready
For this, the strength of things overwhelming.

You were looking to have fun and I
A brief interlude.
Lay it out vulnerable and naked,
Your needs, your want, your vision of
Things to come. It is best before
I fall much further.

Not Control, just a good grasp and understanding.

I
Once I bled
My soul like ink
On paper dripping
From veins blue.

Now I write the soul
That sings softly
Humming and going
About the day.

II
Damn dichotomy
Of death, divorce
Depression, harsh
On my palate. D
Like k for kill, I shudder.

My southern voice
And soul is more
Satisfied with flesh
And skin and
Seductive soliliqy.
It flies with color.

III
Each day fair ready to burst.
My chest, my breast
Can only hold it so long without
The need to articulate.
I’m going to say it soon.

IV
I fought for no other,
Do not fight for you.
I will fight for me,
My happiness that in
Your eyes I see and
That gorgeous girl
Staring back.

V
In the circumstance,
Things are still fifty-fifty.
I am a realist.

I miss a body in my bed,
Walking hand in hand,
Arms open wide for me
I miss these things I never or
Rarely had or did.

I live for that
First kiss hello and that
Last kiss goodbye.
I adore your kiss.

For the rest of my life I will
Know joy everyday, I will
Express the things I feel.
I will keep passion in my life, alive.
I will live and breath truly.

“The myriad small creatures trying to tie us
to ground, to a life consumed by slow decay…”
I eat those little bastards for breakfast.

So I says to that girl,
“Get the fuck off.”
She nods, her whole
Damn body shakin’
And pigtails flyin’.
Face grinnin’,
Glasses bumpin’,
Man she a happy girl.

Talk to me. Tell me what
You're thinking, where
We're going.
I don't need you.
I do fine by myself.
Did fine by myself.

Logic. The apriori follows
Like response to stimuli.

Can I trust my perceptions
I don’t know. They are that skewed.
He was the extreme against you.

Time
Time
Time
Time will tell and yet,
Time runs out.
I am restless, wanting

I knew me once;
Eventually I would have just walked away.
I was not a fighter.

I know me now
Eventually I will expect a declaration.
I will fight.

Artist: Hot Chocolate
Song: You Sexy thing

I stepped out into the warm dark night
And felt the grass beneath my feet,
The quiet. I was utterly alone and
That’s ok.

Today when you had time, my work drew me.
And I had waited for such a piece of your time.

She raised her
parents poorly and her sister.
Her brother in the end turned out decent
Too bad about the dying young and all.
Her dad really, finally grew up on his own
And he is her family now though distant.
When she raised her husband, she got him
As far as she could, but couldn’t quite
Get him far enough.
Somewhere along the line, though truly
Sprung full grown from the womb,
She raised herself. She grew from a little
Seed into a soft happy peach and in that,
She did a fair good job.
She’s done with raising for now,
And smiles at the other full grown.

No one has ever
Checked up on me
Not ever.
Or made me feel
Like a princess
Not until you.

My fantasy,
My fantasy is you.

I love, language laughing,
Lilting softly sweet and
The lack thereof when
My heart is in retreat,
Still and moved deeply,
Soul burning I quiet.

How did we meet,
What is our story and
Where are we now?
I’m just hanging on
Each day enjoying
The ride not too
Worried about
The outcome cause
My heart is true and
I am happy.

If you could see me
Smiling sweetly
Face flushed
Eyes damp
Heart fair to burst
Of course you’re my angel.

Suddenly I am thinking
How tan your arms are, how strong.
I want to run a thumb along the inside,
I want to taste your skin in the sun,
In the heat of the day. I blush words,
They just spill out when I am happy.

That day at my house,
The thought of seeing you
My stress was less.
And then you arrived
I could not recall
The feelings or the reasons.
The moment had passed,
You had taken it from me.
Things seemed more doable.

Your smile beams
Back at me in threes
From both my desks,
Your smile, it is
Amazing.

Verisimilitude this is not.

Take me away
Where I can teach and write,
Where you can fish
And the days are bright.
Your dreams are beautiful.

I know you have it,
I saw it in your house,
Your truck, but
It’s not you, cause
I also see how
You work hard
And you’re so smart
It makes me wet
And you’re so cool
You eat spam.

I have worked my life
Don’t mind hard work.
I have tried so hard
Always and trying now.
I am tired sometimes
I could weep. I don’t.

I run in the house,
Sometimes I fall;
I play rough with the dogs,
Scratches and scarrs;
I sleep deep and hard,
Slobber on the pillow;
I live life fully and free,
The wind in my face
Smiling broadly,
And that was just
Last weekend,
Imagine the rest of my life.

In speaking last eve
I came to realize
The scope of trade
In which you deal
And just how more
Smart you are than
I originally thought
And how this gets
Me really, really hot.

My new fall sweater in black and tan,
I think of the rug at the foot of your bed,
Your linens piled in the floor,
Your skin as I ran my hands along your back,
The extent of the desire that has invaded me.
The passion spreading and I the simple host,
I think and ponder my reaction to you.

I
Honey, the brown one, isn’t eating well.
I worry, test her nose, it’s dry.
Test her nose again, it’s wet.
She is the skittish one, her big eyes,
The way she pads along right on my heels…

I thought to give them up, maybe one
Maybe two, but I have lost so many,
I have to have something to love,
And I could never so let’s wait and see,
The future is forming...finally.

II
And I doubt you can but I want to ask
To see where we’re at then, and if
You would, could you meet my daddy.
It’s not till mid-October.

I
I work in the heat of the day though
It’s not so hot for summer, simply humid.
I wipe the sweat from my brow, the
Back of my hand pushing hair away,
Coming back moist, clean, my brow
Now smudged with dirt and clay.

Bags of dirt, bags of pea gravel, plants,
Pots, I am thinking forward, planning.
Music streaming, I close my eyes to the heat
And wait in the long line, not wanting
To brave the cool inside. I have time.
Skin moist, nose to shoulder,

I breath deep the smells of summer, of
White Verbena , Jasmine and salt.
I want to test my skin with tongue but
Don’t. Instead I think of you and the lake.

II
I awoke apprehensive
Your intellect
Excites the hell out of me.
I want to lick
Your brain,
Suck it out
Through any given orifice.

III
Worry and Doubt
Are my kryptonite.
I haven’t seen either
Hanging around lately.

Your voice today
Just now
I had wanted to hear.

My heart whispers
Watashi no Momo desu.
(My name is Peach.).

I have no shame,
No guile.
In honesty
I keep,
I hold
No emotions back.

Two things still tug
On my sleeve,
They want your
Confidence.
They are the deepest
Of me.

Did you think of me - Yes.
Where were you - Everywhere.
What were you doing - Everything.
Well I can say the same.

And god gave the little ugly girl
Beauty as she grew.
Some measure of decorum
Hard earned over the years.
She, she is a beautiful woman,
The little girl inside,
Humility and grace, balance.

Her mind reels,
The intellect, the inspiration
That some kind of wonderful reveals.

My soul is hungry, I feed it with you.

Some things take time
And that’s what I give you
Though please know
I hunger. I want. I desire.
Deeply with all my being.
I would love to stalk you sweetly.