i admit to nothing yet

Every day I dig
deep into flesh
‘round ribs
to my heart
tug and tug till

I cup you
in my hands
watch you
like a lizard
on the wall
on the
hot concrete sunning

(am I that warm to you?
that you are drawn?
Let me
be that warm to you)

put you back
watch you sleep
walk about with you
in my heart
deep.

is this falling

When you go
some-bit of good is gone and
I watch over-long
in the light of day left
with imprints of flesh
I touched and tasted taut-wet
left looking past and to
that morrow and morrow
after-morrow when
nothing but a girl am I
that gets lost, wonders…

is this falling
or have I felled?

into the deep blue sky

Too fast
too rushed my life

grey matter gone reckless
to the point of little thought

If I could hold onto you for a moment
hold onto the wishes
I wish on stars

Let my heart race
while the world stills
and dream
with you naked late
into the deep blue sky

of her own accord

She has got through
the hours
on her own accord
taking charge
and charging forth
always
the endeavorance to persevere
always rest
a beacon on the morrow

Some days though
she is weary
and the solid space you possess
beckons like a ballast:
you are new to her
with travails
akin to hers

tempura

The onions are best
when they’re sweet
Vidalia or Texas 1015,
the batter mixes best
when the water is ice
cold, and the rings fry
best when the oil is
an inch and half deep…

We have eaten, you have left.

Running my nose
along the length
of wrist and palm,
I can still smell you
on my hands
and on my clothes.

more little things

the little things
overwhich we worry

you make me want to get my oil changed

best laid plans

All she wanted to do is write,
and love, but life
takes-hold-takes-form
something to do while she waits
the motions become her
she scripts her needs
fashioned and formed from thought
will-do-should-do paradigms of
the best laid plan…

Then he walks in
with a swagger and a kiss and
and converses her with an
in-your-face of tugs and pulls
and lengths and widths
and suddenly in the fall,
all she wants to do is write

and love.

first

What she thought would be
three weeks out
an eve of fun at the fair
corn dogs and carny rides
suddenly became a quickened heart
and shallow breaths
the desire to touch and
the wonder of
would he kiss me?