Watching my crepe paper Skin Slide Over the muscles I move As I reach for the tonic Each morning To give me the energy Of youth To age Through another day And see my skin Wrinkle And slide Again Tomorrow I think Of my mother’s hands As they aged around the Star sapphire That retained its…
They didn't know the wisdom of the past. Couldn't see the promise of the future. Never felt the fuzzy beard.Or learned to hold the rod and cast.They didn't know love's rootin unconditional eternal grasp.They thought that love is maternalAnd not the kind that's maskedIn concern for risk and safetyAnd found in rules that last.The entire…
I cannot reinhabitThe soul that was mineEven when I look at photographsAnd try to rememberwho I used to be.The kind of SeptemberWhen it all came crashing down.
This sack of meat which carries my soul should not be trusted with it it betrays my desire offends my aesthetic and isnt worthy of the task.
Speaking is easier than being a speaker Leading is easier than being a leader Fighting is easier than being a fighter Writing is easier than being a writer Teaching is easier than being a teacher Preaching is easier than being a preacher Loving is easier than being a lover Mothering is easier than being a…
Little girls dream of a happy ending With the prince of charms and all the gold and beautiful things Dream of weddings and children and legacies And the life of fairy tales They fear the tragic end and the broken promises The heartache the pain the loss They are taught to be frightened of the…
AStrongWomanIn LoveBecomesA womanIn loveSoftFeminineVulnerableTo his strengthWeaken by his gazeAttentive to his needAndRattled by his touch. A strong womanIs no differentThan any otherWhen aloneEven for a momentWith a manWho she loves.
When you look at me like thatAnd you run your fingersthrough your hairAdjust yourself in your chairLeaning back just soAs you clear your throat.Your eyes cheat downAnd you turn awayLike a schoolboy caughtAdmiring his teacherWhen he should be learning. And you find a wayTo say this is workAnd I'm on the clock. So I put…
Love can wax and waneLike the the moon.Sometimes strong and powerfulOthers weak and timidThe moon begins her ascentOpens herselfAnd displays her full beautyAnd love for the earth.Then she falters in imperfectionFades gently from viewAnd settles into obscurityUntil she loves again.