Mornings

Lazy on top of the sheets, dozing off again, your hand reaches out for my skin you sigh and roll over and snore The sun as lazy as we, languishing on our bellies You stir and touch my thigh and come closer You pull me in and in and in You make coffee and hand…

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Crystallized: A Poem

Blue lips Cold bird Half-buried in snow. Don’t tell me You’re gone. White boughs Heavy Limbs That ache, tired. When you fell In On the twenty-first of December I knew Then. Summer is here now But you are still Crystallized. Don’t tell me – I know. Where you’ve gone. Image: “Dormantic” by Gohmn on ello.co

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Skeleton: A Poem

Today was the first day I felt your bones And not your breath. Today was the first day I ran my fingers over your clavicle And not your skin. Today was the first day I lay against your rib cage And not your chest, taut and rich with youth and fear, Today I felt the hardness of…

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Mirrors: A Poem

“Forget him” was the most useless advice anyone ever gave me. “Forget about him,” my friends said. “You deserve better, anyway.” Forget him. The thought had occurred to me one night years before, but it meant nothing to my hoofbeat heart, stampeding in my chest, meant nothing to my butterfly eyes, wings beating open every five…

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This Is How To Love Her: A Poem

This is how to love her: Tell her about that summer you spent every night staring at the stars. Ask her which is her favorite constellation– Orion, Gemini, Scorpio? Listen. This is how to love her: Play her the CD you listened to for two months straight when you were seventeen. She might laugh at…

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The Grand Canyon: A Poem

The Colorado River carves through two countries, Seven states, And half the history of the world. They say it took seventeen million years (What patience, what strength!) To carve a line so deep you cannot see the bottom. To think that you and I Achieved the same feat In a single day (Our strength Is of a…

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Abstraction: Identity

it does not matter where i go because you are not there                   Mantra:  “The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.…

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Devotional: Multitudes

I contain so much of you  “Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons?” — Jeanette Winterson (Written on the Body) – Image: Salvador Dali, Figure with Drawers for a Four-Part Screen

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Blind Like Water: A Poem

Tonight, I will sleep in the garden Buried under rocks and sand A man will come with a rake every now and then To carve lines into my body And he will say “The flowers are sweet today.” At night when the lights are quiet The moon like a sea shell washed ashore by a…

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To Say Goodbye

“Sweet, so would I,  Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing,  Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,  That I shall say good night ’till it be morrow.”  What a thing, I say, to say, Goodbye. You breathe petals into my ears, Hum bees into my heart. You crystallize In my fragmented…

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