Would you like a cup of tea?
Milk?
Sugar?
Wine perhaps?
Here, come sit with me, let us eat expensive cheese,
and talk about cheesy things.
Like how sunsets are always free,
and about how the waves are neverendingly faithful
to the shore. Let us sit
in a swinging love seat,
and drink our wine
from tea mugs, so the elderly couple
across the street
doesn't cast us disapproval.
Let me lay my head upon your shoulder,
while you contemplate the mysteries of the universe.
Exclaiming how brilliant the stars shine their light from so far away,
when all the light I need
is from you.
Let us eat the expensive cheese,
because love is no expense
when our sunsets are free.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
Our very existence was the dust in the wind,
and the remnants of our love,
speckled across the night sky,
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
They stand on the corner
By the cross walk,
No matter the weather.
Clothed in black,
Pockets down by knees,
They stand in a circle -
Black sore on the sidewalk.
They stand on the sidewalk
Smoking cigarettes,
Cigarettes drooping.
Almost falling, but not quite
from mouths held in sneers
Mouths speaking jeers -
Black air on the corner.
Eye down,
breath held,
pace quickened,
others,
sidestep,
intimidated,
by those smokin' on the corner.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
My dad has lines. He has lines around his eyes and on his forehead.
But they aren't frown lines, they are laugh lines. They represent good times.
My mother has them too.
They represent dancing with us in the early morning, with the music turned all the way up.
My laugh lines aren't showing yet, but when they do, I am going to be proud.
Proud because I have proof of a well lived life.
No frown lines for me, just laugh lines.
Lines that have meaning.
Lines.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
You brought home peaches today,
in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine.
I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them.
And when I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there.
I turned to you confused and you
Smiled a sad smile
Took my hand in yours and lead me to my rocking chair.
Told me that I looked beautiful today-
that you loved me.
I laughed a little laugh,
I'm sorry sir, you are kind, but we just met!
Again you smiled your sad smile,
took my left hand in yours,
We've been married for 46 years
You brought home peaches today,
in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine.
I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them.
And when I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
I bought a new swimsuit today,
pulling the material tight across my body.
Seams stretching,
Arms stretching as we bath in the free sunshine.
Bare feet, bare skin, and we bare our hearts as well.
You drink in the air, and I drink in you.
Too much, too fast.
Intoxication, infatuation-
found side by side in my thesaurus that sits on my shelf.
My shelf that holds all my swimsuits,
all with the tags still attached.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
Our bed is an ocean,
your body my boat.
Let us explore the sea of our sheets,
as I explore you.
Twisting, curling linens
and I curl into you.
Our bed is an ocean,
your body my boat.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
Let me inspire you,
I am your creation, your canvas, and your paint.
Follow the curves of my cheeks,
the curls of my fingers
and the corners of my elbows.
Let me inspire you,
and you may paint our love like a portrait.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
Tensions build,
Issues turn to tissues,
and you fold into your fears.
The calls turns to cries,
you were so happy
The downward scrawl of your note,
paralleling the downward spiral of
your life.
so full of potential
In physics class we learned to calculate the force of tension for a rope weighed down by a mass.
I got a 96% and a full scholarship to our dream school.
Working towards my PhD.
My thesis you ask?
"Predicting the force of tension for a rope weighed down by a mass."
But sadly
you just
can't
stop
gravity.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
Delicate
As fragile as the first flower after the long winter,
and as I yearn to show its beauty to the world,
I am scared.
To lose it,
to have it break,
wither and fall,
and so.
I grasp the soil with tender hands and tender hopes.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC