Reaching out, going out on a branch
Hard enough to climb the tree
Then to scale the thin chance
Showing the inside of me

Going out on a limb
At such a frightening height
Is daunting romp
On a full moon at midnight

A moment here
A day there
Can evade the best dance
We all know that our dreams
Are a matter of chance

Benounced to none
Yet said to all
Traverse the thin branch
Be scared to fall

i love poetry
unto
death or till
the watch
stops ticking

which ever comes

last.

I’m drowning in this night.
Please give me a jot of joy
turn on the light
to spurn this blight
I’ve gone overboard
send me a buoy.

He left
A mark the color of red wine
Zinfandel
Placed high on cheek bone
Directly under her left eye
Such tears only bruising
It further

I didn't mean to
He simply stated

She left
A note the color of resentment
Charcoal
Placed atop bedroom dresser
Directly over her exiled contents
Such emptiness only reinforcing
It further

Once was more than enough
She simply stated

I learned in those years
That intensity was a sin
And sensitivity was the mark
Of an emotional wreck.
A girl in touch with
Her wild wild feminity
Is to scorn, to control
And wrap in tissue paper
Gingerly placed in the corner
Of the top drawer.

I am day by day
Unwrapping slowly, thank God.