Reflections, of sorts, in verse, of sorts.

Month: January, 2013


How many secrets
have I?
How many letters
in your name?

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Tanka 8

The heavy heavy drag
of words that
say things I
can never speak
relieved here

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Make me wait while
every strap and stretch
promises to burst from the tension
of your love and attention

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Tanka 7

Little bell that rings
sends you flying out the door
to greet me —
Arms blown wide
Eyelashes, breasts aflutter

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Tanka 6

Hauling away the bed
and empty kitchen chairs
from the garage I see
they are just things we loved
enough or not at all

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Tanka 5

Unloading bullets
into the belly of the creek
I realize
she too might be protecting
precious precious jewels

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Tanka 4

They fit better now
the sports coats I wear to work
only these days I
rarely take them off except
just before bed

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Tanka 3

Tell me about your body
its waves and quiet quakes
how tides roll across
its pristine shore. Allow me
this distant swim

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Tanka 2

I’ll change that burnt out lightbulb
but only when I’ve time
to fetch the ladder
reach up and then beyond myself
Feel right in a well lit room

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