I am solid in my standing
Je suis trop fort pour me retirer totalement.

Restless, almost shook
in a cool funk unfocused
driven, she gave way
to thoughts unfettered
and almost succumbed
to the breaking of it.
Promises almost come
undone but she recalled
the smell of death,
stagnation in the binding
of two so unmatched.
So she wait and see,
wait and see more.

She cared once too deep
little heart sore, body
callus in her immense
desire of flesh try for more.

In the weeks after Stevie Ray’s
death I walked in a bright white haze.
Met a man not quite right for me
but gave of myself unconditionally.

More than a year and a half has past
and I recall the day I saw you last.
Christmas Eve wasn’t it when I wore
my boots, your hat and little more?

Nine months since I walked away.
One full year and another birthday.
I settle into singledom resigned,
my mate unsure e're will I find.

I
Tell me the sun rose as the moon set and there were no betwixt or tween.
Speak oft on such is concealed in a lover’s touch and how the heart does wane.
Contemplate the nature of the ‘verse and inner workings of the spirit’s soul.
Bear with me while I struggle to match your pace a strolling up the knoll.
Know the depths of me and stay? instead I see you turn and walk away.

II
Little heart I stowed today
ready for the journey when
perhaps I’ll find some skin
don’t mind coming, then
just going the fuck away.

III
Somehow today I want to weep.
it is the setting aside of things
and the coming of the storms.

IV
I sing
oft a beat off tune.
I am only me
neither sun nor moon
but magma
and fire of the earth.

je me retire totalement

I am not some girl all giddy
but a woman of passion
and yes, deliberation
I sleep alone tonight.

I
Solitaire
The nights are long and days are short;
when I was married I slept to dream.
now the night escapes in stillness and
the words won’t come fast enough;
I write in discombobulated streams.

II
My eye is caught
something shiny
something pretty
I wish men

weren’t so pretty.

II
Bare flesh and I want.