a piece of her here
a piece of her there
love oh love she does
both one and the other
blinded by grace
to hurt no one
how long will her heart
be torn thus
one way
and the other
when will she find joy
in greaving one
and loving the other
Happy Birthday Cat!
why can’t i
turn and face you
caress your cheek
slide my fingers
into your hair
pull you into me
and kiss you
tentatively
gently
firmly
passionately
breathlessly
a deep drawer
full of this and that
a little wooden box there
at the bottom
even older
than the old cigar box
it hides under
faded yellow ribbon
holds the lid
now slightly askew
tiny brass hinges
held loosely
by tiny brass brads
outline of a latch
long gone
bulging a bit
with yellowed pages
that look
to a curious eye
like letters of love
written long ago
tell me
what secrets do they hold
so dear?
she roared through life
not an angry lions roar
but the roar of a cheering crowd
in an open space
her smile was instant
and infectious
her reflection vague
never seeing the inside
her touch always fleeting
her kiss gentle
yet demanding more
loved and longed for
now but a memory
forsaking all others
now she is free
winters hold
it doesn’t snow here anymore
there is an open door
i am stronger than you
when i am at my weakest
a hand full of forever
is a bittersweet candy
do you feel the bite
as you slide down
the razors edge
do you feel the ache of me
in your head
your bed
really, who knew
ghosts breathe so loud
Empty Garden 