21 Sunday Feb 2016
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Coils of black and white nestle in the trough above your heart.
Soft, like nest filling the dip between your nipples.
Short, dark curls fan out across your lower stomach,
Sketching a half circle of dark shadow.
Silky skin, like a Selkie, slick, mythical.
05 Saturday Oct 2013
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a one piece with halter
hot pink, faded
ruched, pronounced “roo-shed”
hi-cut, my left cheek keeps peeking out
maybe it’s uneven
like my eyes, my ears
elementary backstroke, the rescue stroke
with my hands flat, fingers together
i move them up my midline
when the meaty heel of my hand
sweeps over the dome of my breast
i move my hands, still flat, fingers together
out to shoulder height
turn the hands 90 degrees
pull them to my sides
legs snap together
glide
27 Tuesday Mar 2012
you were uncomfortable, thinking i adored you too much
i remember asking if i liked you better than you did
you replied, ‘probably’
there is a tenderness in you that is not confined to a soft white underbelly
you are wrapped in vulnerability
you should have been better loved
the train went off the tracks a long time ago and you can’t seem to get it back online
i wish you would let me help, but you cling to what is known, even if unlivable
if not adoration, just simple love
02 Monday Jan 2012
the fire ebbs and all that is left are embers
coals really
glowing, warm, source of heat
after the flames
this is what remains
it’s enough
more than enough
22 Thursday Dec 2011
you ask
do you think i’m crazy
yes, i do
i have no idea how crazy
how often
how long
it doesn’t scare me
although perhaps it should
i want to heal your wounds and
teach you the things you have never learned
how to love and accept love
you might still be crazy
or maybe i am
21 Wednesday Dec 2011
Posted in pomes
i will celebrate all pagan holidays
that mark the natural cycle of the earth
tomorrow the light gains minutes against the dark
tonight i will light candles to show the way to the light
18 Friday Nov 2011
i will ask you to think holistically
set aside the straight blue black hair that ‘does it to you’
leave behind your concern for chemistry transmitted digitally
did you enjoy our conversation?
was i a good companion on your trip?
your best relationship has never been
is still in the future
i suggest that you frame it differently
comfort, companionship, acceptance, admiration
wouldn’t you like to be with a woman who can wrap her head around you?
then her arms and perhaps her legs
i can bring ‘the pillow book’
there is a beautiful young woman
with straight blue black hair
even straight blue black hair turns white with time
choose well
17 Monday Oct 2011
like a wild horse you rear to strike
from fear
with me
there is nothing to fear
let me gentle you and you’ll see
12 Wednesday Oct 2011
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we speak of meeting someone online, we pick and choose based on clicks
they might as well be avatars, they are not real, we suspect some are fakes, bots
some represent themselves as something they’re not, looking for one thing but indicating another
lost are the individual characteristics of handwriting, doodling on notes, voice tones relating questions, irony, teasing, laughter
‘lol’ are just typing characters, not laughter
the absence of feedback, immediate, verbal and non render this medium 2 dimensional at best
where is the body english? the eye contact, that’s where the heat is
no wonder profile holders are often disappointed on meeting prospects
why waste time trying to figure out if this is THE ONE? meet in neutral territory and see if you get past awkward and onto ‘this is fun’
don’t count me in or out based on the unilateral sequential interrupted messages that pass back and forth in the ozone
12 Wednesday Oct 2011
i will be
a mapmaker, cartographer, measuring and marking the terrain of your body
the convex curve where brow meets forehead, the concave reverse where your eyes are set
the convex curve of your cheek, concave curve of your nose
the hollow under your arms measured by fingers as a horse is measured by hands
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