
The Supervisor
From the bed
hidden
among covers
or the spot
by the door
between one room
and the next
or the back
of the couch
or the spot
by the window
her eyes
are always
on me

The Supervisor
From the bed
hidden
among covers
or the spot
by the door
between one room
and the next
or the back
of the couch
or the spot
by the window
her eyes
are always
on me

Every Little Thing
I think of you
in the strangest
of places
and most
unexpected moments
throughout
each day
over and again
as little things
bring you
again and again
to my mind
and make
a smile
slip over
my lips

More Rain
too dry
summers
thin out
the evergreens
over time
until winters
begin to look
brown and blue
instead of
green and gray
and no one
wants more rain
it seems
yet that’s
what’s needed
most

All for You
Touch me
gently
nice and slow
until I burn
white hot
beneath
your hands
and the glide
of lips
upon
warm skin
claim me yours
again

A Moment
pause
for a moment
to listen
to the quiet
and just
be
without
interruption
or thoughts
intruding
a moment
to breathe
nothing less
and
nothing more

Simmer Pot
Nosebleeds
and sore sinuses
bring
stainless steel
out of hiding
with water
to the brim
and heat beneath
a dance floor
is gifted to
orange peels
and apple cores
and a cinnamon stick
or two
that twirl and spin
together
in a dance
that soothes
the senses