not that i'm a daddy's girl

Remembering my first car
a '78 Audi Fox, standard;
that was before 5 gears
and before power steering;

the timing began to slip
early on and my Daddy
showed me how to set it.

I miss my Daddy,

trailing behind him Saturdays
like a pup in need of petting.
He taught me my independence
I got them through his genes.

Not that I'm a daddy's girl
but I am my father's daughter –
strong or at least perseverant.

in conversation with my ex

In conversation with my Ex,
we spoke of a sabbatical

that I would retreat from my nature
much as I have in the past
time and again after our divorce.

I knew he and I had lasted
sixteen years on the shear will
of my vagina knowing what it wants

so I had to clarify my hope
that my libido would be sabbatical
away from my heart, emotions

but then again, really,
I always did hope too much as well.



leaving me to lust

I have danced with the devil
in the pale moonlight
so young then,
much too young to be
impaled upon his phallic state
embraced in arms of might
bitten on bare buttock
in the cold damp night;
he left me learned, in hot wet
dreams, leaving me to lust
in need, love bursting at the seams.

i may become that girl

Though I am fearless I do fear
I may become that girl –
Mrs. Parker and her boys –
writing my wit and reaching fame
with a string of lovers in a line
nothing ever keeping long
the highs the lows
the only difference?
She was weak where I am strong.



something in me shivers

My god the day got dark
still, cool and calm;
I wait for the cloud burst pensive
breathing deep, thinking
much too much as always
distractions lacking comfort.

Something in me shivers
a single lover in the last two years
I held as long as ever we could have last-
but in this damp, I hunger
the clouds open and I want.


friends surrounding

I surround myself
with beautiful men,
beautiful women.

They come in many
a shape and size
and color; laughter
surrounds us
much as care does.

I surround myself
with beautiful men,
beautiful women.

the glimpse

There's a Glimpse that flees
at any attempt of a grasp,

there, just behind my eyes
in the shadow of wonder

and I on the brink seeming
eons now or a world away;

the Glimpse impresses on me
divinity yet of something
perhaps I should be concerned.

I, I just want to lick the dream
from it's sweet tease of a promise

and get to where I am going.