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Calm Before War

On the eve before the warThe calm in the streetsIs an eerie echo that rattles in my mindLike the faint call of a forgotten loverOr a missing child. It calls to me with it’s naïve whimsyCome let’s playIt’s all make believeYou’re safe where you are.I stand on the precipiceWatching the fires burnLike spots on theContinue reading “Calm Before War”

Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime

Marveling at a love so fairI hold her hand in mineHer eyes meet me where I amA love true, pure and divineWhich makes our wicked loving ways sublimeFlirtatious flutters of her lashes,Lashes of her whip tailed witCut deep, so sweet, so many times;I look so forward to it.Marveling at a love so fair.Her skin soContinue reading “Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime”

I yam who I yam

How do you keep silentOn a cold winter’s dayLike the snores of a snakeHibernating in some forgotten hole?Do you bury your head? A gopher in a field or Perhaps an ostrich in the sand,Your head buried like treasure.It’s the polite thing to do,To say nothing,When inside your head Spins a running commentaryLike a golf tournamentAnnouncerContinue reading “I yam who I yam”

Winter or Spring

Imaginary/Lines that make borders seem realCommunication“So what did it say? More winter or early spring?”“Which one?”“What do you mean which one? The little rodent in the ground. Pops out, sees his shadow, boom, more snow or doesn’t and bam, sunshine and flowers. The groundhog.”“Yes but which groundhog? The Canadian or the American?”“What do I careContinue reading “Winter or Spring”

Feelings of Faith & Despair

I cried for the moment to endTo come back againTo stay frozen forever.Anxiety?Maybe. Anticipation? Trepidation?Excitement? Desire? Fear?Why name an emotion?Instead just feel.It sits there in my gut,Waiting to erupt.Longing for you.No, waiting for you,Like a monk.My body it’s monastery.It has a faith I lack.Never looking forward or back.It knows you’ll come along,To me, for me.Continue reading “Feelings of Faith & Despair”

Dream Woman

Dreams of her that’s all they ever wereThe only dreams I ever hadShe, her, the female formHer body, eyes, curves, smileForm my every sleeping thoughtDriving down a road slick with rainDangerous curves, yeah that’s herRunning through a desert Panting with desire For just a drop of moistureToo much a simile for me To not seeThatContinue reading “Dream Woman”

Our Only Family Road Trip

Simple trip, kids & I,Not so simple after all,Once we stopped for lunch.Familiar landmarks,Seen for the first time.The same restaurant lunch.Then the tire went flat.Hours waiting only to be led on a chase.Our only family road trip. This is for a dVerse prompt: So, for this Monday quadrille prompt, as you may have all guessed,Continue reading “Our Only Family Road Trip”

Kisses Made of Stars

Kisses made of stars, trail down your neckMy lips send fire, to burn through your cold exterior, towards a burning sunMy hands reach for the warmth of you, the depths you keep hiddenI feel your fire, lava flowing beneath the surfaceI want to set it free, let your heat sear into my skinYour lips part,Continue reading “Kisses Made of Stars”

America Again

Let America be America again.Let it be the dream it used to be.Let it be the pioneer on the plainSeeking a home where he himself is free.From ‘Let America Be America Again’ By Langston Hughes (I’m not America though I used to be, but America was never me)Make it great again. Great at what? GreatContinue reading “America Again”

Snow Day

Cold as a witch’s teat The phrase never made sense to meBut the white powdery snow made for a pretty sceneWhite as a lamb’s woolI suppose if you kept it insideThe snow lay upon the ground like a baby’s blanketQuiet as a church mouseThe winter landscapeMuted by flakes of snow piled one upon the otherEverythingContinue reading “Snow Day”