by rippling
river,
i spotted
her,
waiting for
sailor,
eyes skimming
tides–
braced for his
return,
longing for his
ship
to
part the
sky.
mindfulness
i lit a match to
see you
better
under
moonlight,
you turned
away
as if the flash
was too
bright–
as though i
blinded
night.
bossa nova
sway
of hip to
hip,
dancing merely
hinting
at what’s to
come
once we commit to
some real
fun.
sunbather’s
golden
gaze-
unravels the
day
before my
melting
face,
and brings me
back to
life
before life has
its way.
the perfume of
her dream
teasing sounder
judgments-
painting minds
obscene,
while a melody
of memories
drifts me out
to sea.
i chased
you,
you tracked
me,
we melded in the
middle,
where both
could
see
that no one was
escaping-
that neither
heart
was
breaking.
dear
bumblebee–
you follow
me..
but flower i
am not,
though my scent
be raw &
sweet,
i don’t pose
pretty in
a pot.
to look back,
i’d catch but traces
of faces fading
to these
eyes,
forward i see
the next
step,
to a less than
easy climb.
sorrow holds her
heartstrings..
and
he tugs
like they’re
unbreakable things,
they’ve got so
little give,
but she
has
a fighter’s
will to
live
wrote an old fashioned
letter,
with an old pen from
the drawer,
to an old friend
from times
before–
we left home
for more.
hands in the garden 
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