Thursday, March 22, 2012

How do you eat a soft boiled egg?

Last winter we decided to meet in England for Easter.
As he came in, I tried to smell his presence in the room.
He always smelled of nothing.
We kissed on both cheeks, not letting our bodies touch.

I started my morning with cold hands and soft boiled eggs
He started his by being late and with hot coffee.
The conversation twists and turns made me feel
More dazed with from my warm beer hangover.

My new wool sweater scratched my neck
His new glasses are tortes shell and square.
My arteries atrophied from a restless romance in Romania
His wrist wrecked from snow skiing in Slovenia.

We decided to meet in New York for New Year’s.
As breakfast ended, he smiled.
I smiled back, said nothing and drank my last bit of tea.
We kissed on both cheeks, not letting our bodies touch.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Wedding Day at Mizzou

If God is for us, who can be against us? Romans (8:31)

Melissa may I marry you?

Your heart shaped face in my hands
We would kiss at the alter in white dresses

My hands are wrinkled while yours are smooth
I will be your shepherd through these fields

I will protect you from the world
Cherish you as you deserve

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Rachel Heal the World with Your Thoughts

Search the Scriptures John (5:39)

Rachel, may I call you satchel?

Carry the weight of my crinkled thoughts
Scribbled across the pages of your Bible

I run my fingers across your brow
Rummage through you to find the words

Kiss me please and we will run together
Quietly through all books in your library

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Sunday, March 18, 2012

If you know Zoey, this is a typical life happening:
Zoey falls in love with a French girl and leaves her for a high paying job in New York. Typical...


Because you told me over soufflé you wanted me to write to you.
---
‘Alo

Over the phone your voice sounds hallow but happy
You close the door to your New York City office
To catch up with an old fling.
She is dating someone new, so are you.
You continue to feel fireflies swirling behind your eyes
You a picture a small jar on your desk filled with the lightening bugs.
You quit smoking together
You always splurged on French wine.

You picture her cheeky panties dancing in your first French apartment
The dishes were never clean, she was never there
Your records and books were never organized, she was never there
A new couch more appealing than an old bed
Even when the sheets were clean.
The second apartment would never come.
New York City called and with a double cheek kiss and a sweet, Ca va?
She left you at the airport.

She only needed to stay one night in the city
Your ears buzz. You blink. You pause. You say, “Oui oui.”
She says, Merci, my love, see you at 6.