Thursday, November 19, 2015

She is Your Future

Your skin, soft as I remembered
Color of coffee with cream
Pressed my mouth against the edge of your neck
Without drawing a kiss
Eyelashes brushed your cheek
Our belt buckles clicked

Same height
Eyes align
I dropped my baggage
Hugged deeply
If March was the driest on record
November is filled with mostly rain

You looked strong, healthy
Nostalgic tears pooled in the corners of my eyes
Shoulders shrugged, slouched
I drew a box around you
Continued to hold you in my mind
Talking to you in required mental intervals

I know. She is your future.
But I am your roots.
We grew together below the ground
Deeply into each other
Pressed together like window panes
Keeping each other cool and dry

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Wednesday, November 4, 2015

I meant to post this on Halloween!

Title: Witch

One is a spell
Two is a possum’s tail
Three is a burned down school
My witchcraft worked again

I bit my tongue
Then your tongue
Then the tongue of another
Blood swirled in my mouth

Delicious good news
You can trust me
I am good for your soul
Do not realize I am evil

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Light Fades from the Sky

Our time together is short 
My hands scour your body 
Rough palms from heavy labor
Feel each bend 
Each corner of your skin 

Smooth like an apple, I picked you 
I may take a quick bite  
Pull off a piece of you 
Swallow it, take it with me
But my teeth and will are weak

I run my tongue down your core 
Sweet, crisp movements 
Speed of a stroll through the park at dusk 
Our eyes never meet 
Light fades from the sky 

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Bite the Straw: Fall or Draw

Odd weather day
Heat and humidity blanket our path
Picture us, stencil lines
Curly hair makes me look youthful
Tiptoe through the turning leaves
Palms, lips, hips touch

Squinting to the sun
Eyelashes protect each tender glance
Shed our scarves and jackets
Split an iced coffee to cool our tongues
I try not to bite the straw 
But you make me nervous

Nervous you may pick me
Fall with me to the ground
Roll us in the leaves
And hold me close
Nervous you may leave me
Draw away from me off the path
Leave me with a different heartbeat
And bloodless veins

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

With Truth, Independence

We talk about our mothers
We have their smiles
Bright eyes
Affinity for whiskey
Love of angry men
Men with strong arms
Stern smiles

Our families are a mirror
Youngest girl aligns with eldest boy
Stories spun like gold
Mouths full
Our mothers call
A reminder to be true
With truth, independence

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Use You

Six am sleep erased
Help each other
Embrace
Tied laces tight
Lips tighter
Run through my mind

Orgasm-pink cheeks
Blood pumps
Heart races
Fingers numb
Throat dry
Run through my mind

Use you
Shape muscles
Trim waste
Create strength
Build will
Run through my mind

Monday, August 24, 2015

Stubble

Stubble brushed my neck when we embraced
Pricked my jaw, seared my skin
Little cuts on my cheeks burned like hot salty tears
When my face touched the pillows of my queen size bed
I was tangled in the sheets

The smell of you, sweet like ginger and brown sugar
Remained within the fibers of my black sweater
At the bottom of the curls of my hair
I wore pink lipstick to leave my mark on your crystal wine glasses
It worked, stained

We bumped knees and touched palms
Shared stories of our brothers and lovers
Wringing out the details of our past trysts
I won by breathing you in
You won by lying first

In the past I would have crushed you
Like the end of a hard strawberry candy
Letting your sweet, sugar center soak my tongue before swallowing
Now I am old
Wise

Alone
I feel you
Run my fingers through your hair
Adjust your collarbone
Kiss you, goodnight