Melanin in Me

Don’t be sad for my curves where there often aren’t
They feel fine on my long German bones

The Irish-ilked will in me fist-fights eternally
With my most straightforward Grecian nose

Would that it be soon my silvery strands, earned with my Norwegian blood
Make merry with my Polka feet

Single Torch

I took all the light in lieu
A select vessel
And with these, vanished to a sunnier place on high

I didn’t ask

Though it still pains me that no one put up a fight

There is more East now than ever before

Here, the Sunflowers turn their faces skyward
Earth and stars seem everywhere

The May-blooming Magnolia disappeared with me, too

Gracious, though
I left a single torch and White Tulips
For my shadow, who remains there, sometimes

Rings and Trophies

To feel average again
Shuffling, schlepping
Commonplace companionship
Shopping for cozy and sundries
Is all I rage against

I’ve stepped onto some tundra
Passion, as Venus, accompanies me
Silver runs through my veins
Kisses while troublemaking
Too much sweetness to turn back

There are low moments
They become me, though
I look fine in such transition time
Intercepting the unsuspecting dark
Catch my breath then find the zone

Mormon Row

With grateful paintbrush in hand, I am leaving space for you

A beautiful a background, careful, I capture the sun

Find now open an area broad enough and close enough to the sky

That your shoulders might fit and comfortably give rest to what is

I know not the shape of you, tho’ your colors, you’ve made clear

Bright-dark weathered patina that complements my tempest greens

Vivid chards of amber to offset my mountainous blues

Your easy frame an open window, a willing respite

Fighting your way, straight to the foreground of me, for me

Withstanding, will they find us, the very wildest of climes

We Sleuth

Whether ink or lead
Or in aerosoled hue
I own thee, my friend
Placed my mark upon you

It’s your fault, inspirer
You’ve caused my daydream
Your borderless pages
From which you Love-scream

Never stop speaking
Such fanciful truth
I fight with you, write with you
Together we sleuth

(Original Thought Credit:
“Books make excellent companions.”
-James Howe)