My hand on your hand on my shores
And I know if we looked
Your fingerprint on my fingerprint on your sea
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Once I’ve Cried
I want liberty
And license
And the style of a woman
Running free
Licking her fingers
Of the taste of your air
Sweet Green Man
Without fail he bends his light in love to you
And colors your name in all the spaces of his places
Run to him girl, pot of gold
A more true bow in all the rain in all the world you’ll not find
Redeem his hope and offer up your second chance
Soothe him girl, pot of gold
Silk Sherlock
It was something like silk
In the same shade of green
As the rings ’round my eyes
Whose flecks match the flowers in yoursAnd I wondered whether
It’d wow other women
(Which it did)
But-it-seems-to-have-wowed-you-tooNow laced within these lines
An invitation to investigate
If it is indeed
Silk
Sherlock
Smack
Fingertips
Rhomboid muscles
The thrill
Of victory
There is nothing more
Heat Storm
While shopping for shoes I shouldn’t have been
Shoes too fancy for anything in these parts
An omen -I mean, a song- wafted on and on overhead
Music too loud as usual, but it caught my conscience
I could barely make out the words, as airily whispered as they were
Some friend apologizing to another for the weather or for using much too much
Electricity
Man On The Roof
You steal
Scenes abandoned and almost forgotten
You magnify
Memories faint but revival-worthy
You help
Hearts fighting yet weakened
You build
Brotherly-love mortared with hope
You. Needed. Here. There.
Great White Eyes
I wonder while swimming
While swimming with wonder
If
He
With
Nothing but instinct
Sneaked up to me
If
I
With
Complete compassion and some kelp
Reached out to him
Would
He
Then
Let me touch and soothe
And look deep into
Great
White
Eyes
perfect piece
I know The Creator
Created for me
Someone to study my skin
And notice in me the just-perfect piece
Of the miracle puzzle I fit in
Thought #6
Silk scarf
Swirled solemnly
Around
Silken strands
Secures certainty