My Moon, My Motivator

As I tiptoe to the lake
I turn my feet into the dirt without a sound
Late night mischief in my light green eyes

There, behind the tree limbs and leaves
I see my reason for breathing during the day
My moon, my motivator

Sweet lake water I envy your reflection
Two moons eclipse my eye lashes
Drown out harsh words, heal blisters

Strong enough to glow through the clouds
Light for my evening walks
Clear space inside me to shine during the day

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No, I said, What kind of bird, are you?

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.

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

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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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