There are
little things
and there are
little things:
those that matter most
and those
that matter least.
I want my life,
my love to be
all about
the little things…
Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
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?
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?
Friday, September 03, 2010
all she ever wanted…was everything
remembering the lost lays
of a genX girl
the ballads
as much as the boys
and their names on the tip of her tongue
she never knew as they came
as she suckled and swallowed.
felt
finally feeling
something
how many?
not many.
is one too much?
when all she ever wanted…
was everything
and all she ever got
was cold
of a genX girl
the ballads
as much as the boys
and their names on the tip of her tongue
she never knew as they came
as she suckled and swallowed.
felt
finally feeling
something
how many?
not many.
is one too much?
when all she ever wanted…
was everything
and all she ever got
was cold
Friday, August 13, 2010
she made memories
she made memories
running her cheek, her nose
along his length
the down near his hip
arms gripped as her back tensed
the crease of his neck where
she first put the part of her lips
then bit soft
taut nipples where she tugged
suckled like the blind
starved for sight
her hands slick with soap
along his length
watching him watch her
as the towel caught
cherried moments
of transcendent little deaths
wishes on stars
she made memories
running her cheek, her nose
along his length
the down near his hip
arms gripped as her back tensed
the crease of his neck where
she first put the part of her lips
then bit soft
taut nipples where she tugged
suckled like the blind
starved for sight
her hands slick with soap
along his length
watching him watch her
as the towel caught
cherried moments
of transcendent little deaths
wishes on stars
she made memories
Thursday, August 12, 2010
in the starlight where she wishes
in the starlight where she wishes
she walks about with him
behind her gray-green eyes behind
her crooked smile
he rattles like a gris-gris sewn
beneath her shell of flesh beneath
puckered scars
she let him burrow
she let him rest
she let his shadow linger
in the starlight where she wishes
she walks about with him
behind her gray-green eyes behind
her crooked smile
he rattles like a gris-gris sewn
beneath her shell of flesh beneath
puckered scars
she let him burrow
she let him rest
she let his shadow linger
in the starlight where she wishes
Thursday, August 05, 2010
On beauty - Journalesque
Sometimes within the mind there is a disconnect. Reality, actuality are not what is…perceived. And perceived reality, perceived actuality are your truth.
It’s more than difficult to dig yourself out of this hole.
In hindsight, however, I think I may have been an incredibly beautiful child and a lovely young woman. Not in manner, but in looks lacking mainstream ideals.
Yet no matter the affection in youth, no matter the love won or lost in marriage, (sparse and rare, what I recall),
Reality, actuality, and the truth of the matter found me only recently.
To gaze into a lover’s look, to hear one question why he had not seen how beautiful I was until that first moment of passion, to hear appraisal come in friendship from good women…
To see what was in me all along, reflected back from others…
To realize all those years I had been digging…
Finally to see the sun.
It’s more than difficult to dig yourself out of this hole.
In hindsight, however, I think I may have been an incredibly beautiful child and a lovely young woman. Not in manner, but in looks lacking mainstream ideals.
Yet no matter the affection in youth, no matter the love won or lost in marriage, (sparse and rare, what I recall),
Reality, actuality, and the truth of the matter found me only recently.
To gaze into a lover’s look, to hear one question why he had not seen how beautiful I was until that first moment of passion, to hear appraisal come in friendship from good women…
To see what was in me all along, reflected back from others…
To realize all those years I had been digging…
Finally to see the sun.