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grumpy thumb Jun 2016
She's sitting there all pretty,
but I feel nothing, not a stir.
Shift closer in my chair
tossing conversations at her.
She throws them politly back
unsure.
Perhaps hoping for a spark,
a connection.
I gaze into her eyes at evening light's reflection
sparkling brightly as a dew drop glistening in the morning sun.
She's unaware of my distraction.
She got it wrong.
I notice a shy smile glow and resonate.
Her pupils dialate.
Unintentionally I've led her on.
Feeling a little guilty, I remember the evening's not just for me.
I cut the tethers of care to see
what our bodies will do.
grumpy thumb Jun 2016
We all have a place
that we keep
(just in case)
our hord
or our stash
our clutter.

Things that had purpose
or by some chance
may be used again.
Oddities and nic nacks
Old candles and keys
obsolete rechargers and batteries
cables and thimbles,
coins of foreign currencies
manuals and letters and lint.

And they are stored
in shoeboxes,
beer crates
bottom drawers
wardrobes,
on garage shelves
or in hearts.
grumpy thumb May 2016
Night rests now you have arisen
broken free from slumber's prison.
So many chores must be done
awaken birds
hold up the sun.
Paint new colours
give time a fresh life.
Prepare opportunities
for creatures and people to strive.
Good morning dear day
grumpy thumb May 2016
Birds are singing a cappella
a lullaby
for your wilting light.
Drowsy flowers drooping
to doze
safely in petal folds.
Yawning colours are waning soft
in twlight's faded hue.
Night will come soon
to watch over you.
Sleep well my dear day.
grumpy thumb May 2016
Lady flow
smother me smooth and warm
Stockholm syndrome
steel across sinew, muscle and bone
kidnap me in passionate momentum
rise, arch and fall and
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and lips and teeth and tongue
and tips and talon tease
and burrow succulent deep
and long aching
primal currents
gravitational pull
to where we belong
submerged as one.
grumpy thumb May 2016
Wonder I sadly
the wish of the sun
for a shadow or
somewhere dark enough
to dream.
grumpy thumb May 2016
Sipping coffee
by a cafe window
siphoning the throng
of jittery people
shifting along.
Is one rushing here
to meet me,
but got the timing wrong?
Guess today
destiny isn't meant to be.
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