Friday, August 30, 2019




—I’VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU AGAIN


Where I Am

I am not as ferocious
or unknowable as you might think.
Look at me.
No, I mean look at me.
See me.
Take my face in your hands and hold it there.
Search for the center of me,
that soft landing
pillowed place
hollowed-out space
which is neither a mustang or
a viper
but rather a little girl’s room
painted pink and soft yellow
like kind sunshine.
You are having difficulties,
I can tell.
You men make it so complicated.
I am a princess.
I am your best friend
Lover
Secret keeper
Soft shoulder
And open eyes.

Okay, then,
now take my hand
here, open it,
see the fingers uncurl
like petals.
Find the creases in the bend of my palm.
Find my life line and see if you’re not there.
You are.
You have always been there
even if you never knew it.
You’re not a fool.
Neither of us is.
And that’s why,
right now,
you need to slip your hand inside my shirt.
Go ahead,
it’s okay, I want you to.
Yes, I’m sure.
Start at the hem, go under and up
over my belly.
Glide.
I want to feel skin against skin there
where it’s warm and soft
and receptive and sacred.
Reach up under my shirt and don’t stop
until you’ve reached my breast,
the left one,
but go past,
not skimming or stopping.
This has nothing to do with my bosom,
it never has.
Okay, now press your palm there.
Yes, right on that exact spot.
Do you feel it?
That’s me.
That’s where I am.
Beating.
Alive.
Blood pouring from a spigot,
needing a receptacle.
still, alive, yes.
waiting for love,
endlessly waiting for you.


Wednesday, August 28, 2019



—THE SUN CAN BE MISLEADING
  
Valediction

I draw a circle
around nothing
and claim it,
let the sadness
rope me back.
We’re a perfect
couple after all,
black on black,
slack as a noose
under a broken bulb,
ladder with a rickety step
and sideways gait. 
No one can find us
if no one is looking. 
Even the shadows
seem bewildered. 
Yesterday is a blemish
fading under sun strokes
we’ll never see
while the spiders here
spin eternal,
perfecting their knitting
with tarps of
gossamer hope.