Bright Blue 

follow my
lines
curve of my
hips

thin gold silver
light
bounces off
thighs

glitter sheen
sparkle
curve of your
lips

swimming over
underneath
waves in your
eyes

flesh on flesh
feel of
your shoulders
against mine

cut into me
like the sun
through the
blinds

at dawn
you are cool
as morning
dew

hands float
down my
back
bone

lips on my
neck
color of
you

bright bright blue

leave me
at sunrise
but never
alone

bright blue

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The Last Time

your hair blew curls
into the wind
when you looked
with chestnut eyes
straight into mine
and lied

i knew the lines
in your face
moved with mine
you fooled us both
i cut the ties

cared about your life
more than mine
but you always had
those
dead
black
eyes

Sherwood

Wrote this while I was at Sherwood Forest for a 100 word group…

Wicked green trees envelope these
woods that surround our home
is a canopy, is a tent, is a tarp

Dirt beneath feet and shoes and
bodies leaning on each other
holding hands holding hearts

One in
as
thousands

Pictures capture moments but not
feelings that encompass beings
when life stops between time

Sharing spaces, faces, places
feels brand new meanings
connect in brains, lives

Life is green and brown
I am a leaf
We are a tree

Enemies

your past and your future seduce each other
they dance in circles and
laugh at your spinning head
that seems  to 
        turn
                and
                       turn
                          and 
                       turn
               and
       turn
until you throw up last night’s dinner

spaghetti and meatballs
because somewhere down the line
we came from Italy
and your grandmother and great aunt
grew their own tomatoes and did things
the way a real Italian woman would
or should

and then you thought about the cackles
that howl somewhere down deep
somewhere in a hole that you
dug a long time ago
you thought you swept the sound
underneath the cracks of concrete
but you were wrong

because now they were one
and the individual laughs
became just laughing
and when they squished together
they looked just like your mother’s face
the one you both share