MOUTHFUL

A mouthful

of you.

Nothing drips

out

from the sides

of where

my lips curve

into a smile,

a spoon, per se.

My tongue

too greedy

to let one

drop

go to waste.

Better

than ice cream.

Stickier

but better.

SPEECHLESS

What words
to give
when you
shall never
see these
shall never
utter them
shall never
breathe again.

What words
to give the dead?
These are bread
crumbs
for the crumbling
lives
of those left to mourn
you.

Rest.
We remain
restless.
Seeking justice
in the dark.
Speechless.
What words…

THREAD

And then it came undone.

What bonded us

as friends

as family

as lovers.

 

We thought

it was a sturdy

bridge

that connected us.

Made the jaunt

from your heart

to mine accessible.

 

But it was a string

of delicate thread

that we walked

like tightrope

until one of us

fell.

 

LUNA LOVER

The many
names and myths
conferred
upon her

As if
she ever needed
to answer
to any of them

We explored
but barely
touched
the surface

We will
never
know
her

Long after
each of us
returns to
lunar dust

She will
dance
alone in her
corner

Swathed
in stars
glowing
as she does

The memory
of being
called Moon
fading

Majestic
despite us
perennially
unattainable

Our adoration
our desire
our poems for her
inconsequential…

Your love
is yours
she never
asked for it.

MOTHER

the ice melts

on her forehead

between cold sweats

the fever surges

her temperature

too hot to the touch

as her body

does its best

to expunge

the virus.

 

she gave

all

and they took

even more

than that.

this reckoning

began long ago.

 

 

and though she will

have to take down

innocents with her

she will be the final

victor. She will

heal.  She is

stronger

than humanity.

 

STAGE FRIGHT

The shriek in your mind

is the knife that tears across

the dense black duvetyne

of night, and the quietude

becomes raucous noise again.

You feel the glow of the fresnel

and imagine you must become

someone other than yourself.

But masking is not performance.

It is your persimmon heart

split open and tender ripe

that will draw your first applause.

The voices in your head, my friend,

are not yours.  Walk onto those stage

boards and reclaim your own

soliloquy.

Speak your truth.

Perform courage.

Play upon your own music.

You are your own audience.

Brava!

SPIRIT ROPE

They cut away

the umbilical cord

but not what

will

keep a daughter

tied to her mother

across vast canyons

of time and space

 

Spirit rope

does not come undone

so easily

it grips tighter

and seizes upon

your very own DNA

to claim you

as Hers

 

and Hers, and Hers,

and Hers, and Hers…

 

until the nearly infinite

chain of Grandmothers

takes you back home

to the very stars

where Ancestors shine

light

to help you find your way

through the darkness

 

because you belong

to the Universe.

MOUNTAIN RANGE

To look at it
from the side
I can imagine
the Andes
though I’ve
never been

Touching it
from one end
to the other
where granite
smooth meets
up with grit

One might
marvel
at its length
and how it
runs alongside
my happiness

This old
wound
a sealed mouth
while your name
echoes
into a mute sky