I confess
I do need the few things that I want
For they’d help me to walk less only
My heart put to the test
The more longish glance
The brush of a hand
Some help small or grand
And of course, that last dance
Reserved though this is, for the rest
fly right: a haiku
Each time I’ve kissed you
You’ve asked me to take it back
And to disappear
By Fire
It was not
To pull me in close
To wrap ’round me
To span my skin
The gift -the reaching out
It was
To lift me higher
To steady me
To redeem my heart
badly
There’s a distance still
Before I will thank the pain
Until then I’ll sing
Kiss My Pain
In the grand Plan
Of this life
Of these times
A bit of broken
A bruise or two
It seems
Is in order
Given our capacity
To heal
To lift
Each other
From under
green
To lie down somewhere warm
And, but for the new moon, green
Removed from all vice and sound and care
Letting our breath fight the demons
Pretending the other is not there
Unless it gets cold
Backwater Girl
Do not dare
Do not dare
Dream anymore of them
Damned mirrored-blue windows
Dusted with Universe soul
Done gone now
Done never were
In Hope: A Haiku
I promise god this
I’ll follow calm’s quiet cue
I’ll love what is Right
slumbery
To rest my restless
To slide my arm under the small
And coming this close to it all
Hold on and exhale
Giraffe Pants
Logic
What logic, I argue with God
Who gave me good gifts
Bless-ed me!
I turn and I look
And it is not God
Who argues it’s necessity
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