Something about...

...Love. Or sex, if you want to see it so blandly- though I do believe the two are quite united, though, admittedly, (and certainly, for the best) not always.

It is national Poetry Day, after all- so tell someone you love, just that you do.

Stood on our knees

hard-pressed

one behind the other,

conjoined,

both inside and

out, by hands and lips

and mouth; somehow

feeling like a martyr,

I swear I almost could have said those words

but you held my tongue

and so they circled

through my head

like an endless refrain:

I love you… I love you… I love you…

In Lieu of the Weather

Here's an old something that I wrote a couple of years ago. If you're currently watching the rain, the swaying of the leaves, or the play of light- artificial or otherwise- and the glow throw shapes on the streets... Well, how could you be- you're looking at a screen.
This one's for you.

Rain fell in petulant drops

like a soft flurry of snow;

the leaves of trees,

in textured, patterned, veils

rippled like the waves

amidst the glimmering

dancing light that weaved through

all the while,

the jubilant moon

stood still.