sick lace

Take Me Down the Moon

Limericks

Once, these were for L.

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I'll smoke just one more cigarette
because I can never forget.
Borne in heart and in bone,
weary things I have known,
and all that I have not yet.

*
The trees outside of my window
cast lush shade on the yard below.
The lusty sunshine
sifts through the treeline;
fills my room with a green-gold glow.

*
A lady must always believe
that at any time she can leave.
She's a cagey beast
at the very least,
and not willingly retrieved!

*
No matter the era or season,
Love grows without coaxin or teasin.
Lawless are the laws,
and causeless the cause;
Love is it's own reason.

Now it is here

I kept imagining
what it would be like
when you were gone.

Now

you are gone
and I cannot imagine
what it would be like
if you were here.

Your heart
is already
the polished stone in my mind--
but in my eyes--
the jeweler's skill is required.

And you present me
with gravel shined by worry
in your desperate hands.

I kept imagining what it would be like.

Now, it is here.

Haiku Winter/Spring 2013

Haiku

*
even in the dusk
late winter mountains dripping
with the melting snow

*
lit by glowing dusk
the reflection of your house
in the wet dirt road

*
dark pines hold up the
moon and stars at needlepoint
too still to draw breath

*
round and misted moon
the smoky taste of desire
dying in my mouth

Keeps me awake...

*

it keeps me awake at night now:
the burning
tearing
weeping
need for love.
the basic need
for someone
who digs you
with the care
of an archaeologist.

once, i thought love was a luxury.

Haiku #1

i was buying you bandaids
and cigarettes
when i realized how strange love is