Had

If ever

I’d wished for you to hold me as I smiled

It wasn’t moments ago

The heat 

The lack of regret 

The slightest light filtering in

As I held then heralded my breath

It was months ago

I’d wished

If ever

Hope Monsters

Once our little brother
No compass to steer him other
Down the wide road he crept

Us, near and far
Though taught all we are
The water was warm, so we slept

Now dare we shout
As brother calls us out
Fathers’ ideals off-track

Family, know our slumber
Purposed his opportune plunder
Are we willing to admit we’re coal black

How is this for Hope
We’ll reign-in brother’s rope
As he sees us brave cold truth

Like Some King

What kind of kisses do you crave

I think I’ll ask, to catch you off-guard

To settle myself

And make your thoughts soar

From that dark desk

To somewhere you’d rather be

Once irritated, but glad now how you gave nod to my request

For this interview

Yet what has that to do, you’ll think, with paper or policy-making 

Nothing and everything, you know I know

As if I’ve read your thoughts

There’s no harm in breakfast before work

Dear Mister

Dear Mister 
My man
As I draft the morrow’s lesson plan

Will you allow me
To stand 
At the sink
Wishing not to let them sink
A grapefruit breakfast in my hand
Juice and seeds dripping 

Will you be thankful
To stand 
At the ready 
Wishing not to leave me there
A lone wolf come dinner time 
Howls and echoes looming

Dear Mister
My man 
As you make your lifelong plan