Shouldn’t We

We should lean back

And feel the thrill escape one another 

In a scream

In a giggle 

As we hide, half buried in the amber-copper canvas

And wait 

And watch

For the inexplicable supernatural 

Shouldn’t we 

Fleece

Thin red ribbon ’round its nape

So white you’ll wear ’round yours

Shallow breath

They’ll see your shine

And not think you’ve dark doors

Blame its bright and fault its fleece

Fool a million minds

Open wide your stained soul’s gate

And empty’s all they’ll find 

Sufficient

I would watch this woman-girl

I noticed when it was that she looked helpless

She looked outward, upward maybe, but not on purpose

She’d settle then 

Today, I saw her mocked

She saw it too, straight away

Who would do this, I wondered, she wondered

Hopeless-believers, we knew it was someone

Begging her to look inward 

I would watch this woman

Back To The Future: A Poem

Born of a curveball and dazzling smile
Perfecting Them everyday since
There was no way of knowing you hoped to be captured
And held and then softly convinced

But I did the dance you demanded of her
And I own the field quite fine, thanks
This smile you made and that smile I own
Equal forever in rank

Early Poets

We’ve loved since last time
Before we were born this time
I wrote on your skin

I wondered and then 
You touched my left eyebrow arch
While you moved magic

When you approach me
Be a poor storyteller 
Speaking crazy tales