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 May 2016 heather leather
Syaff S
When you said you loved me to the Moon and back,
how did you keep a straight face?

Did you own a calendar of love
measured by time and space?
You were always the one
who kept your distance
and counted down the days.

So tell me,
how long does it take you to get to the Moon and back?
Because I loved you till the Moon
but you never came back.
I love you to the Moon and back only made sense if you said it.
 Apr 2016 heather leather
Torin
I
cannot help
the hands
that touch me
when they
could heal me
I know
its a distant
language
written
on my soul
I wasn't
made
to
understand
but she reads me
and I feel
her
more than
     Anything.....
                               My greatest wish
                               I couldn't say
                              is by her
                              spoken
                        ­        my greatest hope
                              is only
                              that I could
                             hold her
                            forever
                               that we'll make love
                              while we're
                             still
                             young
you need not think we are
needy for scheduling

no time interval measures an electronic
friendship

electron this, wafered between cells that connect,
though and through neurons that shall never meet with skin contacting

this custody of word shards shared,
breaks the bonding bound curses of measurement of
god and einstein's irrelevant relativity definitions
de rigeur rigored curved time and space,
we, well-together,
make ice cream popsicle stick snap, 
that,
the sound of our
unscheduled synapse,
being contented with
when ever,
as a forever
an unkempt promise,
kept dear
NYC
april third
9:16 am
2016
for all of us
blessed with the contentment of
whenever
 Apr 2016 heather leather
Greenie
What.

He ate out my heart and threw it up.
Poison lungs, poison veins-
****.

Viscera numbed, spined eels wriggle,
I am ******.

****** as in : a shut-in, swain of Gehenna, rocked, rolled.
He needed more rope for his net and so cut out my tendons.

What skies to worship now? What skins?
#lost #heart
I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then.
#AliceInWonderland
skin slightly paler and just trusting enough
the younger twin by two minutes explained
sometimes mom gets this way
standing at the open trunk of the ‘84 Mazda 626
feeding the feral dog old bologna
somewhere in the deepest humid South
late summer, two-thousand two –
driving her home from school
the oldest sits double uncomfortable
with cramps and an upset stomach
while watching me
doing the strangest dance of delicacy
as who knows the mystery of the first moon cycle
…safe! –
tromping through the stream bed
string-less sneakers barely remembered
against all odds and laws of physics
face still ***** with a sugary ring
smiles fly as the biggest agate of day
lay in stubby strong fingers –
strange prompt without limits
on this second day of poetry month
two-thousand sixteen
invoke old memories of strangers
becoming a family….

one day their children will call me Grandpa,
and Sam will quietly slip away –
poetry month prompt 2
when I was a little girl
my mother always said
"a boy is only mean when he likes you"

after all these years
maybe that is why
I cut and burn and bruise

I am loving myself
the only way I know how
in the way my mother taught
 Mar 2016 heather leather
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