naked

old love

candlelight dances amused across
the ceiling and shears, taunting me

it's glow shattering the silkiness of our room

sweet spice lingers heavy, like our breath
and my thighs laced with sticky sweat

silence

pure silence fills us. easily threatening
to make you laugh or me snort

comfort means knowing where the edges

lies

knowing when to

stop

but even years later, sometimes

it is fun to forget to stop
and to wake up the baby.

Wishes

my dreams are longing and reaching:
wispy, fragrant spices seeping into
open windows of today
bringing me quickly back to

innocent yesterday
where ribbon and lace
weave itself softly into the folds
of my blondness and boldness

she comes to me in my dreams
bearing gifts of juice and the ever
generous

Chicken Noddle Soup, to cure me
to fix me
repair the damages that have been
rendered

the Wishes she desires may
be secret and forlorn, or perhaps
like her habit is; she will forget to wish

at all

but my wish for her?
dream on
dream on
wish on
wish on

Dust

When it becomes too personal will I miss it?
Will the light bounce softly over footprints
yesterday tracked in the carpet or will it
shine too brightly, highlighting the stubborn
stains worn into my fiber?

When it becomes too personal will I shift
heavy in my chair and look away, consumed
by worry that someone may open the closet
or sneak under the beds, finding the dirty dishes
old pizza boxes and tootsies roll wrappers I
hurriedly stashed there. Will the light shift and
fall open the dirty fingerprints someone's kids
left on my virginal window panes?

When it becomes too personal will sigh deeply
exhaling regret and fear as they wander over
to peer at the stains in my sink, wondering
exactly which brand of mint we prefer?

Will I miss it?

Miss the opportunity to shine brightly; to be a lamp
where You shine threw to our guest.

the wind

our boat is in the waves
full cream sails are just beginning
to bloom with wind

the thrusting is delightful, powerful
deep fears are not realized

while salt and seagulls perch, at the ready
and water whips at seven taunt backs

praying with diligence that ne'er do wells
and swelling pride do not capsize us
the newly formed and painted bow

declares our sailboat freshly christened

The Browns

to forgive

Perseverance climbs higher
on education's sofa, lingering cat like
upon the armrest comfortably, quietly boasting

authoritatively giving dissertation on life
wisdom trickles downs between

the rough words and settles
plumply, resistantly on honest conviction

Today I decide to bury boastfulness in the backyard
with the dog ~ quickly, before true salvation
eclipses the coming glory, burning my eyes

with the claws of not forgiving









And later:

the balm of forgiveness burns, softly glowing of love
flowing swiftly over the edges of wrongdoing

I see the deed

dangling

swishing

by the tenuous strings of webbed memory

within the stickiness
lives a hairy, beady-eyed creature

seeing in prisms, multi-legs dance
awaiting my carelessness

begging

anticipating

bitterness, roots, traps laid carefully within
boundaries of the liars web, and it

breathes, deeply

my stubborn choice. Slowly I reach out
petting my fears with open palms, setting
loose anything caught by your forgiveness

and find I am truly free.

rebirth covers me
defying my grave again
wrapped within You