Click
There is a place on your chest
Carved in your breastbone
Where my head fits perfectly
as if we were meant to click
like when we first met
and I stumbled over my shoelaces
and into your arms
when my soul said to yours
“Where have you been?”
Wunjo
Wunjo
Temporary & Fleeting
You are my major block
I must have the other seven in sync
before your magick unlocks
Fehu, Uruz, Thurisaz,
I embrace and galdr well
Ansuz, Raidho, Ken
Make me journey deep inside my shell
Gifu, however
Leaves no one by my side
Equality of time & self
Was only just implied
My happiness is something
I find hard to maintain
For now I will just gift it out
And hope Wunjo returns to me again
Bondage Boone
He tied her up,
She held him down
With a fierce love they were bound to each other.
Passionate fires
Built on the ice of regret
Levees damning the drowning pools of fear
Their souls were freed by bond they forged.
EIGHT
Ah, young love is an amazing thing!
His name was Dennis and he was so smart.
He said I was his queen and he was my king.
I didn’t know what I was feeling but he had won my heart.
This year, our town was hit by a storm,
I had never known such disaster.
Dennis lived in a trailer, I was afraid for that was my norm.
My mother drove me there but I begged her to go faster.
His trailer was damaged but he was unhurt.
That was a lot to feel when you’re small.
Our own backporch was blown away, leaving nothing but dirt.
It took the roof, the rails, the steps and all.
I don’t know what happened to my Dennis Dear,
His family moved away the following year.
The paradox pair
He is a good musician,
a great cook,
and a passionate traveler.
She is a bad speaker,
a highly unromantic partner,
and hate thrillers.
He is loving her for the past seven years.
Floating on the pond
are the dabbling mallards and woods ducks
with the diving golden-eyes
The birds are always alert
for children, parents
and grandparents with bread crumbs
The devolution of the animal world
Hour eight: Apology: My breasts
I only felt like you belonged to me
when that girl caressed you while
calling me “sir.” Regardless, you really
are quite lovely. I’m sorry that I cannot
appreciate you the way others do,
cannot make peace with the way
you bounce when I run, gathering
sweat in the cotton moat of my bra.
The sand in your hourglass runs
faster than the rest of this body,
though I wonder who will still manage
to touch you— your presence so large,
so dirty, so obvious that I keep you
bound against me. If I let the doctors
carve apart your softness, will lovers
lay closer to the heart? Who will love
this hollowed body, shape my manhood
into more than a kink?
Halfway: Between the Prompts
Between the prompts,
Between the lines,
Marking time with the rhythm
And lacing the rhyme,
Are all the emotions
I’ll try not to find.
Atlanta Rainstorm
The smell of iron-rich, clay soil,
the clatter of droplets on the ground and roof,
and the splash of cars driving through waterlogged streets.
I once took a bike down the street in the rain.
The slick pavement was not kind to me.
I fell and scrapped my knees.
Simply Summer in the South.
Grandma’s Trees
Grandma’s Trees
Two pears for the sisters
A crab for the boy
Three purples for the triplets
And a maple for Leroy
The pear trees flowered early
The crab tree not so much
All purples were together
But the maple had the touch
The crab tree was in trouble
Pears’ blooms were first rate
The purples lasted longest
Leroy’s maple looked just great
August leaves peaked true green
All but crab enjoyed the look
Leroy’s maple hinted orange
The first season in the book
Grandma ever hopeful
She would wait another year
And give the crab a special brew
And pray the leaves appear
Over years the trees grew taller
When the cousins gathered here
To sit beneath the crab’s deep shade
And feel their Grandma near
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