There goes the best part of me A bee cries, losing his stinger Long held at the ready I give it away Exposed innards Font a forever river to the sea A menthol balm attends the open wound
Author: Dave
Indian Hot Tea
Why did they forgo the spice in the mystical concoction? Milky smooth holding the bitter The food burns with taste My mouth aches to remember A sip, ah, rekindles the embers
What Are You Doing This Weekend?
Giving you my heart That you may play with it like a kitten Sink your claws into its fuzzy chord Pounce and gnaw at it just for fun Embrace it with forepaws while kicking it with hind legs Reduce its responsive tautness to a scatter of thread And, should you blink, realizing you are caught in its tangle Snip, snip, snip
Possessed
Fragile Mouth Easy Grace Let lips see what eyes taste
Tawanda
Top down lights off beauty aloft skirt tight lips glossed shades on flouting as if the sun were shining oh, it really is
The Long Goodbye
My love How can my love be true While I am not true to myself
Gulp
I reluctantly accept myself Crotchety father reluctantly embracing gay son swallowing private tears farewell society and cherished hopes for this
Tweet
Without, the old storm dooms Within, the wee soul blooms
Jogging In Snow
Foom! Pine needles thrash me with its limb of snow Foom! Again Foom! and I look up from my jogging, from eyes down against the drifting flakes The elegantly dressed forest standing still — a white stag — blinks at me content to be finally seen
Fall for Snow
Id take a fall for snow