TEARS

Pushing

and

Straining 

I can pretend these tears are for you

But they are not

They are not

Dreams

I clasped your hand

Fingertips to fingertips

and pulled your hand toward mine

I opened your palm

And traced

“I want u”

You said you wanted to be alone

Alone with me

WANNA GO TO A COLDPLAY CONCERT?

We could stand front to back 

with your arms around my bosom

Our faces brightened by the lights

and the exhilaration of being together

MY FATHER LOVED MY MOTHER

When they were young, he used to joke, “For a fat broad, you don’t smell bad.”

When they were older, he still would joke, “For a fat broad, you don’t smell bad.”

Other would scoff and be offended 

But he loved her as much when she was thin

As when she was fluffy 

That’s what I want in a man

PRIVATE

You were the only one I kissed on that beach

Your warm hands in my hair and on my skin

Side by side in love and purpose

Reveling in our innocence

Later, I lived on that beach

And had water access via wooden stairs

The tide had washed away any trace

But the memory still lingers

MOON POEM 447

The moon looks like a flashlight

shrouded by a bedsheet

Its folds creating dark bands of light

A sunny side egg 

with pepper

A halo moon

3/19/98

ALONE

I spent so many years
fearing being alone
And when it finally seemed like a possibility
I learned to embrace it