12-6-15

Remember when we
were sun kissed
in the waters
bliss
the spell of the wind
through our hair

2-28-15

His hands were mysterious.

They cracked and curved,

stories held captive.

They were universes unexplored,

beyond reach.

They were deeper than the darkness,

more beautiful than the swaying tunes.

His hands were the night sky.

2-27-15

Barren trees
scream,
the piercing air.

Washed out skies
accept the silence
as their new language.

A chill
leaving the earth
agape.

12-4-14

And any minute
there’d be one I recognized,

one I’d seen in my head 
several times before.

The beat of the patters on my window 

cause me to shake, 

my body tense with anticipation.

A light

Another

another

and a streak of water falling away,

Yet my eyes do not move

except to the beat

of the words through my thoughts,

turning and weaving.

I do not look away.

Shadows of what has been seen 
disappear.

My mind ticks 

in anxious await.



(But nothing ever came

of that moment

or of those pats

and shakes

and ticks.)