The Driest March on Record

Today morning was the first time
Our eyes met and my skin prickled
Blood slipped into my pale cheeks
Lite perspiration under my arms
And at the tops of my thighs

The low roll of your voice
Like dark skies and summer thunder
Your hair cut like fresh cut grass
My face thirsty for rain

And Palm to Palm is Holy Palmers' Kiss

Voices carry around us like echoes off tall buildings

Bottles of dreams and glasses of wine sit in front of us.

Empty

Records skip in the background

I want to be your microphone.

Silence

The words from your mouth a barrier for our lips

As our palms touch I mumble Shakespearean words.

Handshake

Etiquette confused by lost love languages and new ones

Your communication fails by the book.

When Desperate Times called Desperate Measures

Over the phone line during a frantic time

Desperate Times called Desperate Measures.

She meditated on the floor of her room, eyes closed 

As his whispers described lazy locations 

And quickly melting dreams.

She felt connected to him.

The weight of her soft blue words

Causing his heavy head to meet the soft pillow

A lump formed in his throat from

Empty promises and per diem dinners.

Thanks for calling out of the blue, he says,

Next time I will be sure to call you.

Vintage Film Series

“If I were the marrying kind, and I thank the lord I’m not sir”

Through her coral colored finger nails
Between her permanently lined,
Continuously pouty dark ruby lips
My cousin worries out loud about never getting married.

She is eight months my junior
Her sweet Southern drawl
Covers her intelligence
Making her meek concern sound reasonable to my ears.
Am I the marrying kind?

The thought sticks to my mind like tree sap.
As my female friends are falling like blossom petals,
My relationships begin and end with wildfires.
Slash and burn the continued path ahead
Successfully clearing an average of two relationships per year.

I take a deep breath and sigh,
“We are the marrying kind…”
I trail off; my cousin shivers off the thought
To avoid the engagement grim reaper.

I appease her with my words
And thank the lord I’m not her.

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Poetry Think Links:
Title Lyrics
Wedding Industry Statistics from The Knot
Marriage and Divorce from CDC
The Gay Law Report

The Quiz

If you don't understand the the little things, Take The Quiz.

24 Little Things

Be creative
Be a cunning linguist
Be funny
Be strong
Be thoughtful
Buy cupcakes
Buy flowers


Call often
Don’t force it
Don’t shower alone
Don’t swear
Don’t smoke
Get up early
Give compliments


Kiss well
Make plans
Make the bed
Send sweet notes
Share books
Split entrees
Spoon


Text often
Try a little tenderness
Understand double entendres

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.

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

Source: Facebook

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


Source: Facebook



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.
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‘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.

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