Watching my crepe paperskin slide Over the musclesI moveAs I reach for the tonicEach morning To give me the energyof youthto age Through another dayand see my skin Wrinkleand slide Again Tomorrow I thinkof my mother’s handsAs they aged around the Star sapphire That retained its beauty Even after her Death
Obsessed like a childWith a wondering mindWith a wonderful playthingWith a wondrous smileIn a wondering momentOver a marvelous mileWhen we float throughThe memories Joyful and mildAnd I lie in stillness Considering the wildWhere you’ll dance in my mindOr even insideMy life.
I am the understudy, better rehearsed than the star. Not getting a performance, but ready in any case to step onto the stageand shine.
When I saw you dressed, the tie you choseIt brought forth something in my soulTo know you put me on like clothesAnd let me slink around your throatI keep my dream in reposeAnd find a way to gently holdMy story safe and distant, coldUntil I discover that you stole inside and toldMe of your thoughts,…
Fireworks of truthExploding all around meAnd I wish that you were hereBecause I love your ooohs and ahhhsAnd I want you to show me which ones are dangerousAnd the ones ordinaryAnd the ones that I should photographAnd try to hold on.
How fortunate we are to live at a time when broken hearts can be mended. We put in stints and pacemakers. Have pills to make your blood pump clean and transfuse your loss with new life. would that we offered such care to ourselves when the wounds are invisible and disfunction undetected by diagnostics and…
I wish I had more compassion for what you're going through The genes that make you willing to say “I wish that it were me.” but I sit here in the dark thanking God that it’s not me. this just makes me afraid. like death is contagious but my children are safe and sleeping through…
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.
