The best thoughts
are the ones that form
along the edges after years
of de and re composition dark
and savory their histories
no longer discernible
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Winter wondering
Each placement
of foot on icy
path a hesitant
calculation
Gloved hands at
the ready tongue
between teeth eyes
downcast thoughts
of Maybe I'd have
tread upon you
a bit more
gently
would've been more
ginger with what
I was doing
to you had I
realized it's not
only when I'm
afraid of slipping
that I need to look
of foot on icy
path a hesitant
calculation
Gloved hands at
the ready tongue
between teeth eyes
downcast thoughts
of Maybe I'd have
tread upon you
a bit more
gently
would've been more
ginger with what
I was doing
to you had I
realized it's not
only when I'm
afraid of slipping
that I need to look
Labels:
Poems
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Can't see
My skin glows like the lake at nightfall
My hips are round and
smooth as riverstones my
hair is like gazelles like
waterfalls my elbows
like swans' curved necks
My hands have turned to
furled blooms my lips
to moonbeams and what
have you done with my
eyelashes so dark and
velvety I can't see
anything but your
affection
Strip the animals the
plants the nature
from me let me be
human to you
Put away your pen
It is not necessary
not here
not now
(after reading the first two chapters of
Shir haShirim, the Song of Songs)
My hips are round and
smooth as riverstones my
hair is like gazelles like
waterfalls my elbows
like swans' curved necks
My hands have turned to
furled blooms my lips
to moonbeams and what
have you done with my
eyelashes so dark and
velvety I can't see
anything but your
affection
Strip the animals the
plants the nature
from me let me be
human to you
Put away your pen
It is not necessary
not here
not now
(after reading the first two chapters of
Shir haShirim, the Song of Songs)
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Keep me aware
Keep me aware of your presence
Make me talk to you as if I took
Benadryl and should not be allowed
to fall asleep Keep me awake with your
Praises keep my hands busy on the
timbrel tie Bells to my feet so I will
move and Remember you do not lose
me to my own Music Do Not Lose Me
to my Dreams Keep me here
put the words on my lips
Make me talk to you as if I took
Benadryl and should not be allowed
to fall asleep Keep me awake with your
Praises keep my hands busy on the
timbrel tie Bells to my feet so I will
move and Remember you do not lose
me to my own Music Do Not Lose Me
to my Dreams Keep me here
put the words on my lips
Monday, December 2, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Hanukkah Night 5
I promise
that I'm not
using the light
of the Menorah
for your face
would be just
as beautiful
to me your
eyes just as
lovely if the
candles weren't
gleaming on them
that I'm not
using the light
of the Menorah
for your face
would be just
as beautiful
to me your
eyes just as
lovely if the
candles weren't
gleaming on them
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