These melting hearts
The few of us have
That cannot escape the moment
Without uttering yes
The self-proclaimed wise
Tsk, tsk us and say
I’ve a number for you
They’ll fix it all up
The think’d wiser-still
Warn, no one can save you
And you’re weak
If you hope for who’d try
Let us tell what we’ve found
No call, no warn’ will we heed
For the hand and the kiss
Of a Friend, it helps heal
I won’t wish to play
Won’t wish to play games
Won’t wish to play games with the wind
For whether it’s there
Or which way it moves
I truly defer to its whim
No mandate to watch
Or hear its loud howls
Controls me and no thought I give
I was lost
When I looked up
I uttered something I don’t remember
I know I said that before
But I’d forgotten
They were there
Reaching out
All along
And they will be
Showing me
Shine
Art Credit: “Snowy Day” by Tiger R., age 7
Fair is the one
Who squares shoulders with you
Goes toe to toe
Looks into those eyes
Digs deep effortlessly
And unveils the mysteries you never knew about you
Who does that dance with you
Feel that
The heart and the gut
Beneath the soft skin
Above the strong legs
Equipped for the challenge
Know that
Your wings electric
They feel when first you exhale
Out from the small space
Photographs and conversations
The primary goal
Then all they would lead to as well
Upon looking right
There was nothing there
And ahead, just the back of a frame
How long can one breathe in
The dust from the haste
The despair from being left in it
Dear Sir,
You may call:
Whenever you need;
For whatever reason; or,
None.I would answer:
To your kindness;
If you’re specific; and,
If you’ve skin in it.Yours truly,
Your skin carries the scent
Of curry
But I’m not certain if it’s yours or mine
There’s no space between us
Anymore
Your lips remind of the burn
Of cinnamon
But I warn you to go lightly
There’s no accountability on my part
Going forward
I’m not bored
I’m just
Batting at baubles
Hanging from the Christmas tree
Stretching and such
Playing coy
Biding my time
Until
That other cool cat comes back
