She's the gorgeous giggling girl
skipping along dusty
paths deep in the mountains;
a seductress flaunting a flash
of skin as
she dances in her bedroom
or bends into downward dog;
the temptress that
whispers affirmations in my ear
"I am strong,"
"I am vibrant,"
"I am healthy"
as I revel in the
sexiness of a
new curve or calf muscle.
She lures me into a
false love, promising
faithfulness as she pushes me
down the stairs, the subtle
sabotage of a
weak ankle or swollen knee.
"You are strong,"
"You are vibrant,"
"You are healthy"
I whisper, reminding her that
we are not
enemies, that she is a
warrior, perhaps too worn to
continue the fight
against each other. I surrender.
--
April PAD Day 20 - My (blank), the (blank)
Monday, April 20, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
I could
i could love you
if i wanted
could smother you with
the fast burn
of wildfire passion that
sweeps right through
and steals your soul.
i could love you
right now even
just drop this match
to my feet
and watch the cord
of connection between
us spark to life.
i could love you
next month maybe
when the slow glow
of affection grows
like fresh grass in
a field scorched
by her untamed flames.
i could love you
if you wanted
serve you sweet kisses
and wipe away
the ash if you'd
only say you
would not burn me.
--
April PAD Day 7 - love or anti-love
if i wanted
could smother you with
the fast burn
of wildfire passion that
sweeps right through
and steals your soul.
i could love you
right now even
just drop this match
to my feet
and watch the cord
of connection between
us spark to life.
i could love you
next month maybe
when the slow glow
of affection grows
like fresh grass in
a field scorched
by her untamed flames.
i could love you
if you wanted
serve you sweet kisses
and wipe away
the ash if you'd
only say you
would not burn me.
--
April PAD Day 7 - love or anti-love
Monday, April 6, 2015
War paint
My warrior paint
comes in expensive little bottles
that promise youth
comes in expensive little bottles
that promise youth
white cream streaked
across sun-spotted cheeks that
crinkle with glee
layers of invisible
masks promising protection from a
wild western world
that tells me
how beautiful I am though
its never seen
my real face.
Out of gas
He thinks we're at a crossroads
that relationships
are like bus depots
where weary people wander
bleary-eyed from their
faded fabric seats
across terminals crammed with
travelers, seekers,
and dreamers who hope
their fortunes will change between
stops in Little Rock
and Los Angeles
And maybe he's right
But I already
got off of the bus.
--
April PAD Day 4 - departure
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Mother's bounty
I've neglected my garden
let the weeds grow heart-high
stealing sun for their greedy stalks
as my peony and peas'
roots wrestle to reclaim
the rightful riches Mother provides
--
April PAD Day 5 - vegetable
let the weeds grow heart-high
stealing sun for their greedy stalks
as my peony and peas'
roots wrestle to reclaim
the rightful riches Mother provides
--
April PAD Day 5 - vegetable