eyes

latch onto her stockings

stares she's craving, stares she's getting

and who can compete with

legs on display in december?

Questions

you

make me

think about life

in a way i (normally)

don't

thank you.

cleaning your room

you're a teenager again for 60 minutes

as you flip through your high school yearbook

laughing at pictures of yourself

mocking photos of your friends

and then it's back to reality

back to your twenty-three year old body

until you decide to clean up your room, again

A-Z

Sometimes fewer words are
Better, than a mouth full of alphabet soup.

Splinters in the garden

You decorated the old garden fence
When you were still teething
Carving your name in the old wood
Like a student carves their name
Into a school desk
So everyone can remember
They've been there
Like you had been here
Sometime
Before.

Dialing

I promised I'd call
him because I memorized his
phone number,
but I got busy and
he's still waiting
for my call.

10 O'clock

again tonight
we won’t talk
again tonight
at our special time
something has come up

all i hear is a busy signal
tick tick tick
and i don’t attempt to
talk talk talk

silly, i know
but 10 O'clock
isn't the same
without you

Ironic?

mirror, mirror on the wall...

oh ya, that.

Stuck to you.

Time out?

cat held hostage

saturday night umbrella-less
feels like spring
my feet dance in puddles

no one in sight
loneliness surrounds me tonight
except her

drenched ball of fur
i cradle her
a babe in arms

“I’ll hold you hostage till morning
cats and dogs it’s pouring”

agreeing
she purrs

I say goodbye, you say hello.

lucky 7

12 ½ years you laid beside me
a dedicated soldier
a trusted friend
as i’d type my reports and read my books
you were always there to lend a hand
or more appropriately -- a paw

but everything has changed now
3 weeks without you
feels like an eternity wasted:
as brilliant as you came into this world
you left

and how i miss
miss your paws

dress-up & look pretty

February storm warning

Sappy daffy bluff
Throw up this love
Chocolate cheesy cake
And all that mushy stuff:

Because I’m tired
Of the god damn joke
The way you reel me in
I continue to choke
Caught-in-a-net
Over-you

With no rabbit hole
To escape into
(Alice’s Wonderland
Is booked this time of season)
Or hocus-pocus
Expialidocious
To save me –
I’m left on my own
With this feeling for you
That has grown
To pain me.

You told me once
That you were afraid to need me
Fearing if you hurt me
You’d be struck by lightening.
Well, today is your day
Your self-prophecy
Is about to come true:
I hear the rumble of thunder
You better run.