a poem a day for a year # 147

you do the math
um, I am better at words
no please
add it up
OK
you plus me
equals
something only
Stephen Hawking could understand

a poem a day for a year #146

stop being so angry
uncurl your hand
lean back
your neck exposed
let your pulse beat softer 
like a kitten purring
let me lick your wounds
kiss your mouth
let me make you feel
this terrible sadness
with someone else 

a poem a day for a year # 145

as the crow flies
there is not real space between us
still it takes all day to find each other's arms
to put our foreheads together
to eat from the same plate
to let go of the rubbish
the leftovers
of a very bad day 
to just hold each other
and whisper
the amends
the small words 
and sounds
the secret
sorrow of lovers 
that makes you swear 
to never waste 
another day

a poem a day for a year # 144

I find the quiet between us to be loud
I stick my fingers in my ears and move them about
at the bottom of my soul there is a melody 
a perfect song that 
makes the people buckle at the knee
raise up their hands
fingertips flare
swing hips
and shout about love
I just can't remember it tonight
it sounds like silence when I open my mouth
I just don't hear it
when I part my lips

  

A poem a day for a year #143

Some poems are small tokens
uncurled hands
cars speeding towards the past
women putting lipstick on
without mirrors
you laughing
the world on fire