No Fire

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. Emily Dickinson

Influenza

ache shake cough sneeze sleep
my poor body invaded
hot cold more meds please

Library

the books stacked on shelves
tall windows let in shafts of light
it feels like home.

Alliteration

alliteration

artful alluring

adapts amuses antagonizes

artist avocation attraction ambiance

accept admire admit

agonizing acceptable

alliteration

Gentle

Gentle is her touch on my face

Tender, the color of her eyes

We are one in this time and place

Gentle is her touch on my face

She fills me full with love and grace

My name repeated in her sighs

Gentle is her touch on my face

Tender, the color of her eyes.

A Warm Spring Afternoon

The water rises around me

I swim lazily on my back

My floating body is set free

The water rises around me

I am now who I want to be

A duck’s conversational quack

The water rises around me

I swim lazily on my back

A Diamante for Mobile Bay

Bay

Vibrant Lovely

Flows Ebbs Nurtures

Mobile Mother Daughter Life

Protects Provides Rolls

Loving Fluid

Bay

The Tide Always Changes

The tide is high.

The tide is low.

The tide is neap.

 

I see the shine of her hair.

I taste the salt of her skin.

The tide is high.

 

I hear the want in his voice.

I touch the strength in his arm.

The tide is low.

 

I have loved them both.

My body burned by passion.

The tide is neap.

Boots Are Made For More Than Walking

Boots

western ankle

walk stomp protect

leather galoshes cowboy straps

kick dance intimidate

riding beautiful

Boots

Short Song for Jack

He sweetly introduced affectionate eroticism.

He crushed prurient trepidation.

He quickly provided liberation.

His retreat, distressing, stupefying.

I never regretted enlightenment.

I Love My Pen

Pen

heavy comforting

glides transforms stains

Ball-point Felt-tip Marker Quill

scribble scrawl print

pretty poetic

Pen