I miss you
but I bind my wrists when I think of you
Was I a fool . . .
Your name now on the list
A thought that's only wist-
ful
hurtful
as I bite my tongue and turn away
shake out your image from my head
before I bludgeon my chest
remembering my quiet idiocy
And your dimpled smile

My last words
You never answered

3 words I hold close to my heart
They hesitate to step on my tongue
I'd rather go spin my poetic art
then say what's already been sung

I said my desire was like a tree
its Autumn come upon me

You danced upon the mountains
Before the dawn came prancing

You sang to the wind its song

You looked the sun in the face
and she turned away, abashed

watercolor rainbow
washing away
my iris streaked across my face