Cats Eye

Your words roll toward me

across the table of silence

like cats eye marbles

that I can pick up and examine

wonder at the jewel toned beauty

the sculptured moments captured inside

the delicate swirl drawing me closer

defenses forgotten as I contemplate

the gifts offered

love

friendship

loyalty

respect

trust

intimacy

hope

encased in glass

awaiting my need

should I choose

to stow these precious orbs

in a soft pouch hanging from neck

falling close to my heart

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Little Words

Little words

can tumble

out of

mouths

into ears

  

Little words

sometimes

say nothing

that matters

 

Hello

Fine

Good

Of course

Thanks

Let’s do that

Call Me

Bye now

 

Little words

sometimes

say everything

that matters

 

I miss you

I hear you

I see you

I’ve got this

You’ve got this

I care

Hug?

Take my hand

I love you

I’m here

 

Little words

can tumble

out of

mouths

into hearts

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The Shape of You (Rae’s Song Revisited)

Tiny white lights twinkle

nocturnal noises provide a rhythm

for conversation’s give and take

We wrap each other gently in words

painting a night sky canvas together

giving glimpses

of our separate worlds

universes apart

 

Words written

spoken from afar

something fragile grows

You become brightness in my life

dazzling

awaking things long dormant

I become the roots beneath your feet

grounding you

offering you shelter

 

The shape of you continues

to grow within my heart

 

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The Comfort of You

Warm towels

fresh out of the dryer

dry socks

when the cold rain

has soaked through my shoes

 

Cool hand

on my forehead

when feverish

Latest book

in a favorite series

arrived just today

 

Arms reaching out

to hug me

at the end of a long day

Chocolate chip cookies

fresh out of the oven

gooey warm

 

Ed Sheeran

on Spotify

Unwatched

episode of

The Magicians

on the DVR

 

My iced coffee

just the way

I like it

waiting and ready

 

This is what

your love

feels like

to me

 

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The Jealous Rain

A jealous rain

fell from the envious sky

soaked your clothes

translucent

caressed your hair

like a lover

left lingering droplets on your eyelashes

that sparkled in the low light

traced your cheek bones

like a sculptor

bathed your skin

warm

but could not penetrate the surface

and reach your heart

where I live

 

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Petals

Peeling back my layers

Slowly, gently, carefully

One by one

Like the petals of a zinnia bud

 

My instinct is usually

To stay your hand

Afraid of what we will find

When we reach

My core

 

Delicate stirrings

Like butterfly wings

Whisper to me

To let you closer

Allow you to continue to unfold me

Slowly, gently, carefully

 

Growing hope that when we

Reach my center

We will find incandescence

We can bathe in

 

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You

Your eyes are sometimes

All I can think of

When I lie here alone at night

In the bed we used to share

How you used to

Lie here next to me

Your eyes looking into mine

Giving me a glimpse

Into your fascinating brain

Open and vulnerable

But always a little mystery

Retained, something held back

 

Your mouth is sometimes

All I can think of

When I wake up in the morning

And your side of the bed

Is still cold and empty

How I used to run my thumb

Across your full bottom lip

Savoring the moment

Before I leaned in

For your warm morning kiss

 

Your hand is sometimes

All I can think of

When I sit alone on the sofa

Watching the shows

We used to share

The faint scars on your knuckles

From a dust-up on your bicycle

How our fingers used to intertwine

As if they had been made

To nest together

 

Your skin is sometimes

All I can think of

As I do the wash up

Remembering the lovely

Curve of your neck

Your tattoo peeking out of

Your collar

How I used to come up behind you

And breathe in your scent

Before running my face against

That soft, smooth curve

 

Your laugh is sometimes

All I can think of

As I walk these city streets

Without you

By my side

The way you would toss

Back your head

Eyes crinkling

Your mirth uncontained

Making me laugh too

 

Your heart is sometimes

All I can think of

As I learn to live

Without you

It used to be

The place where I lived

Your absence

Is a presence

You are nowhere

And everywhere still

To me

 

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