we lie skin to skin warmed by
faint touch and camaraderie
completely filled by quiet ease
breathing
Category Archives: Poetry
Four Lines
imagine an amusement ride
and a small boy all flailing arms
mouth foaming like a rabid dog
a tale too silly to describe
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I laugh and pleased by my delight
you amuse with roller coasters,
Chicago and alka-seltzer
a tale too silly to describe
Up
in a lacy cup
count the stars in the Milky Way
look on the other side of day
and watch the sun rise rolling up
watch the sun rise
movement sliding, smooth lifting free
a stutterless grace, immense– we
stand lost beneath the passing skies
beneath callous skies
how does conscious thought stand before
endless time with its silent roar
of dark, unfathomable size
light sparks blinks then dissolves from sight
one point pricking holes through the night
Four Lines
when your lips settle into that
smirk pretending an innocence
your arms belie, insouciance
becomes you
Four Lines
I close my eyes to hear the rasp
of the night’s stubble on your chin
as I trace the shape of your grin
teeth catch my fingers and I gasp
Four Lines
the sound of your reply still lies
on your lips stopped by a single
touch, electricity tingles
and I close my eyes
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the rise of your breath checks the glide
and I lift my hand from your hips
to place my fingers on your lips
stilling the sound of your reply
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falling off this corduroyed ridge
my hand slips into that hollow
arch of hip and rib softly slow
gliding lazy from edge to edge
Four Lines
I memorize that curve that shape
begin my search along the edge
of your ribs for that one odd ridge
corduroyed by some football scrape
the crafty sisters 