Old ghosts

My name, in your mouth,

swirls familiar ‘round your tongue,

darting past old ghosts.

Trees

The trees stand up tall,

proud and majestic, soaring,

unafraid of life.

Little monsters

They come raining down,
sharp, thorny little monsters,
opening fresh wounds.

Spilled ink

I am a footnote,
a bent comma left behind
and quickly tripped past.

But if I could be,
I'd be a mess of spilled ink,
staining ev'rything.

Breathe

Watch the yellow sun
slide down a blue sky, slinking
into the gray waves.

The rhythm quiets;
we pause and wait for the next.
Breathe, and want nothing.

Forró

Moving in tandem,

the music is only now;

sweet moment, fleeting.

To the sun

Blue skies sing to me,

calling my eyes upward, like

flowers to the sun.

Chicago

Chicago summer,

caress me with your light breeze.

Seduce me, lover.

Forget

I remember and

forget ev'rything. I hear

today beg, "Forget."

Dawn

As dawn slips to day:

bodies tangled, entwined, still;

breath, hushed, warm and sweet.

Bloom

The cherry blossoms,

bright and praising the sun like

a heart in love, bloom.

Hope

Fluttering stillness.

Behind my eyes, lingering,

you, wrapped in my hope.

Audrey

Hearing her laughter:

A lovely, skipping giggle,

A bright, smiling sun.