everlasting impression

I don’t want to be the person
who makes your face look like that.

I don’t want to be the lover you
desire to forget.

Can I kiss you once more?

And this time–

I promise,
my lips will make
an everlasting impression.




when you think

when you think on those moments
you and I
me and you
our bodies making one shape
our minds explosive in love
bedroom curtains sailing
sheets leaping overboard

my long lashes caressing your chest
your fingers playing maestro on my neck
when you think on these vignettes

think of what I needed that you didn’t give
and when your lonely heart wants company
talk to your fingers

rat pack dream

rat pack dream


sharpest woman, dullest ex

Like all the others
she rendered me dull
while making you glisten
She was sharp
cut us apart where we connected

Those polished silver nails
elegant and deadly
Her razor lips sliced into yours
no escaping that full-serrated mouth
or was there?

You shoved me to the back of the drawer
like an old butter knife
My heart she stabbed
or was that you?
My dreams are now carved from
rusted days
and infomercial nights

But I’ll regain my edge
she bifurcates her body from yours
and moves onto her next dinner partner

When this happens
and it will, my darling
I hope you can handle it
In a world of dime-a-dozen Ginsu
us tarnished butter knives stand steadfast and unique

stained glass girl

stained glass girl

unexpected love

like mapping the skies
in search of patterns
a complete image can only manifest
by filling in the gaps, the dark spots
with what you know to be true
fight for the strength
to lift your flickering head
see the ancient skies reborn
allow the dark
to be your light

let the fiery stars
elevate your land-ladened heart
 if you look up
 it will be there
as fascinating as a brilliant constellation
unexpected love…

Dream Catcher

Dream Catcher


the other side of the fence
where the grass is greener
over the rainbow
under a rock
across the river
an ocean away
where the sun doesn’t shine
over the moon
the ends of the earth
hidden in the shadows

is that where you are
afraid of what we might do
if those shadows fell apart
would we collapse into each other
two eager lovers
yet, afraid of everything

if I found you
I’d pull you from the dark
with such force
you’d have no choice but to bend with me
though the reality of our slickest rainbow and blackest shadow

it is not you who is hiding…

wood nymph

wood nymph

back words

he wanted her badly
he dreamed her in his sleep
while prone on a mattress
she lay welcoming on her back
below him
far back in his subconscious

consummate boss and proper gentleman
he wished
he could take back these delirious thoughts
recant the delicious sensations

back when he was younger
there was another
he dreamed of her too
but that was back then
and this was now

in his waking hours
he didn’t understand
why he couldn’t stop hassling her
do this, do that
he bossed her badly

she often whispered under her breath
she’d never come back

but there was back pay and payback
up to this point

her life had been ‘ass backward’
God, how she craved forward

in her dreams she strode bareback on an electrifying beast
the man, Mr Boss Boss
didn’t crash her fantasies
though, she thought of him
too often

unavoidably handsome
built like a running back
that’s what the others said
she pretended he didn’t possess a well-muscled body
like she pretended she didn’t stare through his tailored shirts

she could never desire
someone who constantly rode her back
about this and that
though he did pay attention
in a backhanded sort of way

she often wondered about his secrets
there was always something
unspoken subtext
a lingering back story
hanging in the past

there was a time way back when
they both

might have cared to be bold
now rather than lingering intensity
they feared instantaneous back draft
painful death by raging fire
behind the next bolted
back door

M's Tears

M’s Tears


the right moment for a lefty

can you glide atop marble
with big feet tripping you
can you dance across scuffed inlay
while soaking in the swing band
if you know me at all
you’ll know why music and maroon socks are perfect
will you sneer if an errant hair strand sticks to my shiny mouth
my lips are glossed ’cause I’m trying to look pretty
as you swing me left
I can’t swing right – that’s the side I always drop things on
will you know I never lived above an Italian deli but wanted to
or worked as a librarian
or sketched on a zeppelin
or like my bedsheets striped otherwise I put them on the wrong way
will you know I dream all the time
something I was supposed to be held back a grade for
will you know how I escaped
and that I don’t ever want to be caught
I just want to dance to swing band music
with someone who doesn’t mind laughing with me
dancerquickie sketch today

mockery II: a plain amazon

it wasn’t you
it was the giant girl with the giant hair down to her backside
it was the girl who primped for an hour
trying to redeem something she couldn’t find in a mirror
for some reason that girl wore heels too, six feet plus
but later in the dark
stripped of the night’s magic
and several gin & tonics
come daylight, she was still an amazon
but a plain one

hairzillaThis ‘lovely’ image has made its way around a post or two. Geez, good thing we grow up. Now, I think if I saw this girl coming at me, I’d run in the opposite direction. Luckily, the hair and the girl eventually learned how to relax and both managed a boundful leap into adultness. Today, she tells her kiddies the very same…


you know what hurts
besides hitting the bold key by accident
he will never love you
too many of ‘those’ women
prancing the inside lane
you’re not even allowed near the thoroughbreds
at best, you’re a mudder –
on a good day
if he enjoyed plowing the fields
and sweating under winter’s sun
he might appreciate your broad shoulders
wide wrists
and footsteps that echo


horses, giraffes – who knows – painted for an exhibit long ago entitled, “Creatured”