The Shorthand (after a long time)

For those who don’t know. And for Fernando, who doesn’t believe. 

I remember the exact moment I felt the quickening of my reluctant heart. We were talking, sharing desert and I watched you close your eyes and part those soft full lips in tandem. You accepted the offering and closed those broody beautiful eyes like saying a prayer. 

And I knew you were a kindred. 

You challenge me in untold ways.  You showed me muscles I didn’t know I had. 

Yours is one of a kind, keep you warm when the winds blow kind of love. 

A private island meant for misfits kind of thing that fits like a glove. 

And I get to share it with you. 

You’re unyielding nature can make for high tides, it’s true- 

But it’s all wrapped in the magic myriad that is you. 


It All Comes Out In The Wash


It’s been three days since the laundry was done-

They never say “thanks”

But, in the still world between the covers of words I never hear, it’s passion is so exactly placed.

Do days go by without excitement? I clasp my book against me.

And on the little landing we’re dispersed, and totally undisposed for employment,

And I want something else to get me through this life.

Couldn’t we pretend to be pedlers?

It’s not your trying, or anything. You’re an inconsistent player.

All the world’s a stage and you’re my player, my portrayer.

We lean to the other side to keep balance, and in consequence are the most exposed.

So I lean on my knees, taking several breaths,

Taking several breaths

If only to straighten

And keep on Going,