I lie on the grass and tell you, over the phone
How the sunlight warms my skin into smooth honey
The low drone of insect and airplane
Lazy sound of a summer day
Scent of warmed earth and green as I shade my eyes
The sun does not make me drip, sweet and liquid
Any more than you do
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
I want to talk to you aimlessly
Like I would on a warm afternoon
Lying back looking up at the sky
Through the mulberry tree in my yard
Artless and unselfconscious
Chewing on the white end of grass coaxed slowly from the blade
Lazy observations in a distracted tone
Scent of sun and sweat
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
after Atalanta Undigested - http://hellopoetry.com/-atalanta-undigested/
Phyllotaxis in bunches and bracts
Raisins and almonds
Twice baked
Scattered through crisp loaf
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Do you want me to love you?
Why do you want me to love you?
Isn't it enough I was willing to overturn my life for you once?
Isn't it enough I bore your scorn, undeserved?
Isn't it enough I cried for a year over you?
That I spent hours ranting at you and reviling you in my head?
And yet you've come back, after a fashion, turning my world on it's head yet again.
"What I want is the opportunity for ME to love YOU."
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
The show of looking in my eyes to see how they are different now
An excuse for eye contact, because you know it will draw me in
You cast lures for me
I know this
Almost a stealth campaign
First curiosity
Now covetousness
You have so much already
Why must you collect me, as well?
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
Cat sleeps innocent in my lap
His paws outstretched
Possessive
I shiver when your finger moves down my spine
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
I did not know your eyes were blue
Small suns ring your pupils
perihelion
As you come closer
You become significant
light blurs my vision
Polarizing sun
Perpendicular conscience
Horizontal will
~~~
Eyes wide
Ingenue again
You make my toes curl
~~~
Apollo is come
Dionysus cuts loose
Cassandra moans
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
Eurydike at his feet
Turns her back on Orpheus and opens a can of dog food for Cerberus
Handmaiden to a god of a dark place
Tending the fires
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
I don't have a playbook for this love.
In every other relationship I have or had, there is a decoding:
• If he does this, it means...
• When this situation happens, the correct response is...
• When he says this, it indicates...
There are timetables and destinations
stages that must occur in sequence
things that have to happen before certain conversations can be had
milestones
goals
And here I am
I have no expectations
I have no game plan
There is no strategy
I am
I love
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
We sat on the floor of a quiet corridor in a mall
Listening to a tango
He translated the lyrics for me
Disillusioned, heartbreaking Spanish into English
Searching for the right words
My own heart broken open, though I did not know it at the time
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC