Hands...soft caress on your breast...
Lips... ever so gently. .touching
your very soul even.
Eyes.. blazing with the passion of it all..
Skin.. on fire , ever so sensitive
Sweat..falls from his face, dosnt bother you..
Hair.. pushed from his face
but still falls over one eye..
    Those eyes..
You quiver from within...
Steam.. you laugh in adolescent joy at the windows steamed up..
and what the cows saw...

from 'twice a day' to 'take as needed' /and my hands start to shake/ I am not ready for this responsibility/ the only other option/ is to admit there is a sharp thing/ deep inside of me that I do not know/ how to throw away/ the poet on stage/ who is a full decade younger than me/ says he is too old to still be taking about blood/ about scars/ about the sharp thing inside of him that will not die/ not knowing how to say/something inside of me is breaking/ I think of the pills/deep in my bag/ the new safety blanket/ I think of wine/ how many glasses I need to drink/ before I stop recognizing my handwriting/ I think of his bad excuses/ how he didn’t want to be another target for my sad/ didn’t want to get any blood on his collar/ and trail me into his home/ all this responsibility/ that he is not ready for/ like a boy who mows down a fawn/ without the decency/ of hauling the body to the side of the road/who just keeps driving/ whistling into his wide open future

Gray
Black
Depression strikes

Black
Blue
Nursing my wounds

Blue
Yellow
Pink
A flag of support

Pink
Purple
Colors of my past

Purple
Blue
A transition in progress

Blue
Black
The pain won't leave

Black
Gray
A blanket of sadness

Gray
A muddled state of being

Everything swirled together
Everything separate
Everything me

the difference between
you and them.
they let me be.
    you make me want to be.
they lead me to believe in a brighter
day.
   you make me see
    you make me seek
    you make me want the brighter day.
         whoever you are.