Friends and lovers 
two ends of
the same middle 
two logs and 
one tiny match
to create fire
meant to warm 
never to mind 
melt or keep 
two becomes one 
and then out 
as the chill
creeps back in 
from the corners 

I do wish 
upon a bone
once every year 
always it seems 
that like a
flower past prime 
I am left
with the stem
not the dream 

I hear no
whispers from things 
for everything I 
have is new
no remember me 
we us then
just a silence 
as I look
and the possibility 

Next time I’m
going to date 
a hoot owl 
to hell with 
the horses that 
can only see
what’s in front 
I want someone 
who is aware 
of everything around 
and a head
that swivels and 
keeps its eyes 
only on me 

Oh if
I could 
I’d have 
more days 
like this 
the slow 
and easy 
roll over 
roll back 
and see
your eyes 
seeing me 
and then 
that smile 
and kiss