You think you can
choose?

Praise be
for your great
gift!

A womb
A warm receptacle
An open dock
your fecundity
is a prize

Can't you see
how much
my husband's
seed
needs
your warm
tight thighs?

We'll have a party
when you're due
to you we'll be kind
and wise

You think you can
choose?

The red matches your
hair
wipe away the stains
didn't hurt so bad?
The experience, we shared

ABOUT GRIEVING

Then there is the silence
that stills the soul
and turns the heart to fear
stunned by its own beating
a visceral loneliness
and a longing for
the minute before..
the suddeness of a life alone.
the nearness of your own ending.
.

.

Je ne sais pas pourquoi la rue
est si mauvaise ou où elle va.
Ma vie est très éphémère, oui.
Ta vie est très éphémère, oui.
Il n'y a rien sans la brume.

guage
chrome
against the tender

outside the tempest rages
inside the temporal alpha dreams

the wounds heal
binding
the pysche
gathers in its herd

the wind whisper
grasses hiss

I turn my head
a near miss

(for babe/s)

Just beautiful

I have learned a lesson
as time rolls by
some come and flatter
others come to shatter,

never mind the ones who come
simply to ploy
their idiocy to deploy …

remember only those
who smile
as some day
they too shall pass away

then the reality of life shall surface
we all will also pass
as we all, including me
are passers by

read this message
with love

Grateful

night sings quietly
a song virtually heard

the whoosh of clouds
rushing through a spooky spot of darkness
dew squishing out of the cool thin air
the clippity clop of a running bug

hushed, lush tones of private wonder
vibrate a sympathetic cerebral harp
and I am adjoined in the symphony

rhapsodizing till dawn

I slowly limp up to your form
lying still in final peace
then lay my hand on flank still warm
'twas I who caused your heart to cease

At such times my feelings always mix
sadness and joy, pride and regret
an ended life which I can't fix
a moment which I won't forget

But life always preys on life
your end came near instantly
a release from inceasing strife
I guess this is as it should be

Hello there again, my old friend
I didn't invite you, nor I ever do
How long will you stay?
Or will you ever go away?
Have you been here all along?
I thought you were gone, will you prove me wrong?
As long as you're here, don't come in too near
Keep a safe distance, don't consume
Find your own place at the edge of the room

If you've ever heard
the beats of your heart,
you'd realize how great
they are.

their flawless
rhythm and rhyme
make the heart flow smoothly
to form the most
perfect sonnet
about life.

she wakes late
the sun too high
he must be hungry
why hasn’t he cried

the bright (too bright)
lit room
teddies
mobile angels
sway

he is so tiny
but too still
too white

between two heart beats
eternity
splits

her mouth
obedient
opens to scream
but her voice betrays
too thin to penetrate knowledge
that slowly thickens the air

through viscous veils
of unreality
she reaches for him
clutches him tightly
shelters him beneath her heart