That Look 11.8.06

Perfection is the way my chin
fits into the space between your knee and thigh.

The way you look down so sweet
while I rest there.

I see thoughts swirl
through your heavy head.

You're eyes- so soft.
That look-
you love me.

11.12.04

making static thick between our eyes
your sound moves me to melting
my skin is our clothes

I can't Help It 12.20.06

Don't fear speech.
What's in your head?
My running shoes are all thrown away,
and I am staying in your bed.

You can't sleep,
I toss only to turn.
My mind bends inside itself
trying to wrap around you
and your quiet mood.

Let me save you
once.
Tell me you need me
once.

Lie,

but please don't lie alone.

Morning Breath 12.20.06

she feels him
holding her
with constant and capable hands
he breathes
she breathes
she smiles at his lashes
as his breath fills her lungs
with the confidence to wake

She Moves 12.20.06

She moves in her mind.
To move you she becomes a goddess.
Teeth on lip
makes you think you want her.
You don't.
She is Promethea to another man's brush.
Standing tall under his stars,
her home is there.
Under a wild sky
of black, purple,
and midnight blue,
colors swirl in her mind,
the hues that keep her intoxicated with his eyes.

My Thoughts on Thinking of You 12.20.06

If you only knew what I think of you.

I would tell you
if I could,
but it's too big.
Sometimes,
maybe
you can feel it buzzing
from skinny pink fingertips,
but you will never know the weight of it
so heavy
you may never rise from our bed again.

12.23.06

I am a wreck
swollen face
I dove in head first
when I thought it was safe

I am selfish
just like they say
and possibly
quite shallow

so don't dive in head first

Three 2.2.07

Three

Lost,
and no, it was never meant to be.
There was no good reason
and nothing will ever
make it better.
I have to deal-
of course: what else is there to do?
I can not wallow,
but I caan
and will
never
forget.
Remembering hurts;
so much pain:
physical,
mental,
emotional.
All pained
by the loss of you three.
I named you,
carried you,
for three,
five,
seven weeks
of swollen breasts
and confused mind-
just to lose.
You were lost,
and it will never be OK.,
or fair,
or meant to be.

Change 07

Life is all about change
and I am unafraid
I don't roll with the punches
I chose the blows I take
and I give none
I plan
take steps
towards happiness
towards myself
towards love
and friendship
and a compassion
so full
you can not
bare to look at it straight on
it may blind you
and often does

2.26.07

No longer having to exaggerate
the situation is bleak

every day
the air gets thicker
making it harder to breathe
harder to see
to speak
to feel anything
but tacky skin

every day
there is more
to weigh us down
to cumber

they want lettuce
that we don't have