Once glimmery
brushed and burnished
coppery, now
a thin refuge
of time waning
Month: March 2014
j’adore —
sentimental busker
romances
the subway
candlelit
Power lines down,
children curl drowsily together,
listening
to their grandmother’s voice
in the wavering
light
The wall’s impact transformed her resolve.
hunter
our tabby advances
warily
through yards as
motion sensors blaze
night stars into darkness
How smoothly
the muscles over
your shoulder blades move
as morning steeps
near the kitchen windows
about tomorrow
1.
karma is
my fist knocking your ass
to Cleveland before the rest of you
has opened the map
only you will not remember
when I made the promise
2.
karma is
my kiss touching
the bruise over your soul
and cradling
the gaze of your weary eyes
while you dream
3.
karma is
always a work in progress
i’m not stalkery
won’t reblog, repost, retweet
only want to see once for myself
it’s so very cute, sweet, personal, yes, but
only want to glimpse, visualize, savor, rub
it will still be private, he’s so very perfect, so very
smart, sexy, debonair, muscular
it’s the shoes it’s the hat it’s the pointy
touchy grip grin, who is that
with, where was it, when did they
won’t reblog, repost, retweet, only crave my own
moment
before the delete
Ascension with Single Violin
When the door at the top of the stairs swung open
she would have cast the teapot aside.
The lack of biscuits would have gone without remark.
Surely the widowed Mrs. Hudson, discovering her young friend
engaged in a perfectly good waltz alone,
would have eagerly and expertly known
when to dip or swirl.
throbbing eyes
no tears are left
