Where All’s Fair

My name giggled
Through out-of-breath genuine glee
Commanding that I cease
And then continue again
While watering, sparkling, half-open eyes
Reflect back that we’ve gone home

My name spoken
Through no-longer-resisting resignation
Smiling as we sigh 
Deciding whether we’re done
While fingers feeling eager to begin again
Take it upon themselves to tangle

So Friend

I love you
Don’t tell anyone
Since exactly a bit after half past 1am
When I was awakened 
I have been waiting for daylight
To tell you
And now in the night again
It feels late 
But it’s time
I told you 
Good Night

Only Ears

  
Two days ago

With talk of the glitter and gold that’s on sale

I wanted

Just this once wanted 

To speak about Santa

To plead his case, there in my tiny kitchen space

He’s real, you know

The jolly, the old, the sharing, the care

It being just November, such talk would widen eyes with the wrong wonder

Quite quickly, I ushered the imagined magic back into the attic

And sadly shuttered that door

He’s busy, they’re busy, lists of to who, to do, to should and to want 

None of it’s useful to me            

of steel

There
Bury me there
I’ll make a grand wish
I’ll take my last breathe
Before
I’ll take off the cape
I’ll have no regrets
Then
I’ll boldly look
I’ll demurely touch 
Heaven
There