Sondays

There
is Here,
without the tea,
watching saucers
among scholars
stir and squirm
dissipate like sugar,
brown and colloquial.

New Beginnings

This will probably suck
my senses dry.

Permanence
against my will,
more aptly,
Torture.

The Pain of Originality

Finally woke up.
Rings of something,
small and un-cliche,
not dancing, not sitting,
not doing anything predictable,
proximate,
not to my eyes,
nor my hands,
or lips,
unsuspected location,
of which will later be
pinpointed,
not described,
but just there.

Clear and Simple.

Starting to Understand the Patterns of the Clouds

The sky spreads like butterscotch,
all I can ask is
how long have we been here
and yet know nothing
of the air escaping
the horizon?

The breath I sigh now
will reach your lips
in 11 days.

If not lifetimes,
what else do we have?

I'll meet you again
when we're both eggshells,
hatching sister
chickadees.

I believe in shyness

For Raffie

Every morning
over here,
it's cold and gray
I wake like
the shoreline
wishing
we shared
the same pillow
or at least
the same
dream.

To quote FSF

"I would give you my life, if you gave me yours somehow."

In the Morning

My waking life is just
a series of dreams
connected by strings

I was a teenager once