weeping purple leaves
bowing her curly tight head
swinging lithe limbs
singing in shadows old

time hymns. Redbud
lavender pea flowers
they call ruby falls. Amusing
the hours surfing on  

a begotten breeze. Skimming
the water looking for ducks,
frogs and geese. Some say she's
lonely. Some say she's blue. Grey

clouds befall her all standing in
queues. She mingles with dewdrops
and jingles in rhyme. Spending her time
flirting with sunbeams, tracking

herons looking to dine. The bellow of
bullfrogs paint a crimson smile,
while spilled perfume of lilacs dancing
in showers has her laughing for hours.

like my breath
when I dismount my guy
after ***. I count the beats
of my pulse as I lie and

convulse.  After ******,
it drops down like a
barometer in stormy
weather. Like a dog on her

tether on a hot sunny
day pacing back and
forth in a tight space with
no shade.  I've nowhere

to go. I'm flat out and
laid.  A stiff drink with cheese
stuffed olives makes me rise,
getting out of bed to wipe my eyes.

as the sun up in the sky. It goes on
without you spinning circles, feigning
shy. It tugs upon your apron,
frivolously liking to play. When did

you get older? Wishing for
your younger days? Every bead
of sweat befalls you like
a sticky lollipop. The clouds

are cotton candy and it's
raining lemon drops. Are your
dreams that elusive? Flittering
like a butterfly? Sliding down

a rainbow; landing in caramel apple
pie! Oh, that rascal moon! It's a chunk
of cheese. Are you feeling a bit mousy?
Take a bite of it; do please.

with wonder,
even as you slumber
still as night.
For I would take you

under if your colors
bled to palest white. If you
were to burn me
with the scalding of
your tongue I would still

taste honey despite that I've
been stung. If you rained
shards of icy hail I would not
run for cover, nor be

windswept by the gale. For me
there is other. It puts me in
a bind. Because as you leave
part of me is left behind.

her swollen blisters
walking miles where no man goes.
She talks in whispers
trudging with bunions on her toes.

You don't touch her as she quivers
from the night's she's slept alone.
She is moon, sun and rivers.
You're a pebble, a skipping stone!

You cannot smell a rose's sweetness.
You're too busy pulling thorns.
You don't have completeness.
You're a ram, encrusted with a head of horns.

You cannot taste a drop of honey.
Bitterness sits on your tongue.
You cannot feed off all your money.
The only thing to which you clung.

what she knows. But
she doesn't know
me. She knows all
she's read and heard, things

that I've done, places
I've gone.  She's drawn her
conclusions on those
alone. She hasn't picked up

the phone to talk. She sees
what she sees. But she doesn't
see me. She sees pictures
on screens. So, she knows

how I look. But she hasn't
looked in my eyes. She hasn't
seen me cry. She hasn't held
my hand. She doesn't know my plans.

is a bank account. What you
put in is what you get out. Every
sweet word is a deposit. Kindness
paves the way to profit. Withdrawals

are made from criticism. When
you disrespect you are depleting
your share. And in time you will
find that there's nothing

there. Relationships are
an investment. It's time to make
an assessment. If you take and take
you'll drain the well. Don't raise your

voice. Don't pout and yell. Memories
are receipts. Not everything comes
with a return. What you put in is
what you will earn.