Sunday, February 8, 2009

chatterley

I wish he knew that he was losing me.
Thought it was I he had,
me ,he had captured.
But, I ,
slip through his fingers even now
and I dont want to ,
I dont know how not to.
My heart is wild ,
my mind even more so.
More than he knows,
more than I know.

on her way

Ive got to stop wanting to love you,
I heard,
she said,
passerby shouted solicited advice into cell phone attached to her head.
And then ,
it was clear?
unforgivably.
That i should let go?
unmistakably.

something small

You calm the inward storms,
wind , rain and threat ceases.
You never knew ,
did you my friend?
what you do,
what you do,
what you do.
Head to the sky,perceiving,
you watch for their coming,
you celebrate their depart,
hold my eyes steady on the going through.
My deepest,
my sincerest,
gratitude to you.