will not dampen this ground
under trembling feet;
flowers grow best in moist soil.
I thrive under pressure;
bloom words of beauty
with too many adjectives.
You can flip the neon sign
believing I will turn around,
but, that spin is a pirouette
to my encore in this place
and these slippers
are dug in.
Rows of oak trees and sway of willow
follow a welcome to Texas sign
leaving a swimming feeling
in the pit of my stomach
that whispers, home.
The only waves here are prairie green
with blue as far as you can see,
yes, blossoms with bonnets
under blankets of stars almost as bright
as my eyes when I am with him.
She is accustomed to his head on her shoulder
a book in his lap, pencil in his hand
the day before a test, insisting he isn’t asleep,
mimicking her urgency all the way to bed,
but, under the covers, he awakens to the silk of her
studying the length of her legs multiplied
by the number of times she turns, wiggling closer,
adding a kiss for every kiss she reciprocates
subtracting minutes remaining until morning.
The answer is there is nothing material
that is equal to the value of her smile.
The cost of love
can be paid in flowers;
bloom, wilt and blossom again-
petals folded, intertwined,
carefully tucked away
like letters of infatuation
faded, but softly pressed
to the heart.
the power of laughter.
Be cockeyed, be silly
like our dance steps
there are only so many times
I can fall;
so many turns of the cheek
before the world crumbles
under my feet,
but, look: I’m still standing!
They swung, swing,
with a vengeance
but, I am on holiday in my mind
where sand glitters a beach away
and gondolas greet crystal clear reasons
why your aggression can never touch me;
syllables sail on rapids
bouncing from shaken walls
straight back to you.
You recognize his face
from collector’s issue postage stamps;
from humble portraits in books worn around the edges,
but, cherished like the last petals of Spring –
every line, like love letters, folded,
placed in sachet filled drawers
for generations to find.
It must have been the sun that blinded you.
but, if you cannot bear to see,
then, how will you look in the mirror?
You inspire me
with eyes that smile,
lips gentle, like fingers
that trace mine,
tickling the ivory
Your heart captures mine
large as the stars skies hold
like ocean’s waves
like our road
mingling with mine; voice,
serenading my thoughts
to curl of toes.
We flicker, shine
jealous diamonds hide
of twin flames.