At this lonely
dozy sleepy hour
the nights sky
wrings out the
last of starlight’s
glow turning the
black sky blue
as though a
giant or angel
added a dollop
of moon to
a cup of
hot dark coffee
Category: Love
Wakey (for Bean)
Sleep still
tucked in
behind eyes
thick thought
cleaved by
morning routine
just do
don’t think
days wit
will come
bringing desires
morning kiss
Bath
I miss
the quiet
that you
bring to
my mind
you might
not think
that it’s
very much
but silence
but that
is exactly
the warm
bath that
I need
Why
Pressing freshly laundered
towels against face
listening to ocean
in sea shells
catching snow on
my outstretched tongue
hear a robin’s
song announcing spring
feeling the vines
of your arms
wind around me
these are things
that remind me
of just why
Miss (to Bean)
It’s this
I’ve written
a letter
to you
but
I can’t
find a
stamp which
to post
so
I read
it back
to myself
hoping you’ll
hear
