simple line

The calm
Of a single line
Outlined music
For two
A stringed aria
Curved then
Curve again
Holding weight
Of fingers
In the pour
Dimpled recognition
Her eyes
Closed and
Close again
The calm
Of a single line
Heat distracted
Supernova
Releasing a
Spray of stars
His line
Becomes light
And sighs
And she opens
To calm

wallflower

He looks like
Pierce Brosnan
She thought
In the days of
Remington Steel
The days before
She even knew
The definition of
What she wanted

He's pretty
She thought
With flowers
In her stare
He probably spent his
Whole life
Being pretty
A project
For the serious buyer

She consoled
Her wants with
Made up facts
About how
Pretty boys are
About the time
She did not have
The energy
She did not have

She thought
She knew
She was the wallpaper
That decorated
The dance floor
Where that pretty
Boy knew
Nothing of want

storm

Her storm
She peels paper
From wet paint
Time thickened
Board and braided fiber
Hide beneath an ocean
White caps poke bled
Pages of terminal words
Rippled in color
For a moment
She is the blue
And gray
Kicking the horizon
Slipping across the greens
Aching to release
The crimson stain of sunset
Her trappings lie
Beneath the visible
Embedded in the pulp that
Gives her form
Function
Or dysfunction
The thing about paper
Though
The thing
About paper
Ash
It's ephemeral
Burnt in passioned fire
Dreamt in fleeting simplicity
To the world
She is transparent
Her storm
Surges
Beyond and beneath
His naked eyes

constitution

Thieving words
Leaving dimples
In my pages
Errant golf-ball skin
Shifting leeward
They lose their grasp
Of defining
Moments
And meaningful...
Meaning
Little words
The trickster coyotes
Desert-bound
In toss and tumbles
Of sibling straits
Rhymes
Rhythms and
Undecidables
They escape being
To be
Their own
Rueful constitution

trees

Undefined
I exist

Define me
Find me
In the curves
Beneath your
Fingertips
Redefine me
In the loops and
Whorls and
Arches
Smooth flow of lines
Turning
Churning pulp
Into sighs
Contoured thighs
Undefined
Wind and breath
Sky and depth
I exist

The lonely weight
Gravity pulled
Trees
Arching her back

today

What day is it
My wound time
Shattered sleep
And if the bright
Dims
Sand through fingers
Earth into space
Lost like
Out of air
And the silence of black
The day
Will always be
Today

Naked Lady (amaryllis)

Little violent ticks
As seconds
Tear time apart
Thunder
...Thunder
Of the minute hand
Slapping numbers
From my face
And the longing hours
Slowly unfurl
A spring Naked Lady
Crimson veins
Pulse to a
Purple sunset
This time
This...
Time
Of peeling
And stretching and
Slit
With each tick
Flowered new

gravity

Single string
Suspension
Fine silk
Of spiders
My eight legs
Saw
Serrated closer
Hard hit
Ground
With swift
Undenied
Pull of
Gravity