Thursday, December 22, 2011

Dave loved it, lol

Waiting for Dave to come
I twiddle my thumbs and hum
dum de dum
hard to do on your back

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Today Off

I left my lazy bones in bed this morning.
Watched them roil and turn, disintegrate
beneath the covers, to a pool of honey warmth.

Immolate sin and protestant work ethic,
my mother would have beaten such decadent indulgence
with the wooden spoon, had she not broken it
slamming it down on the table in temper.

We dared to snigger, couldn't not, regardless
of repercussions. So long ago now,
that fear instilled remains, a lash inside my mind
to drive me on, a length of pain I measure myself along,
always come up short.

Friday, December 09, 2011

The Wedding

Thursday, December 08, 2011

the peonies

Our cups are full of petals
from the peonies you brought me.

Slow to bloom,
but a opening into a ball

of pastel ballerina gowns -
globe of wonder