Too Long

It's been too long since I saw your face and
looked into your eyes to find myself.

They trained upon me with a dark intensity
my stomach twitching with a churning unease.

What do you see?

Too long since your cheek pressed mine and
pricked me with the growth of unguarded days.

Waiting for full lips to replace the rough sand paper cheeks
my scalp warm with the rush of fresh blood.

Can you feel it?

Strong smooth arms smelling of citrus and sweetness too long
left alone to wrap in my own weak criss cross embrace

Sensing you behind me resting your chin upon my hair
my nostrils flare reaching for your scent

Will you return?

You make me wait.

Too long.

A trusted voice

Harvesting her music
I am renewed
connecting to the
passionate undertakings
wrapped up
in sinews and skin
chased by the
bada bee bada bum
beating dance of the drum
meaningless to the uninitiated

the voice doesn't need to sing
merely a whispered "go"
ending a paralysis of conservative
hypersuburban venom
I can run
run until it fades behind me
and my own song can
rise up
and dance on the wind

balanced on the hot breath of
a new melody created with
intertwining strings of curled hair
glinting in the sunlight
frizzing as
a hot neck sways
and pops
and locks into place
a dream
of total release.

z-words on my mind

zealots, zenith, zoo
zipping, zigging, zagging
zany

jump on board
throw some back.

Hummingbird

Hummingbird

zipping in to steal a sip
a fleeting glance
and then
you are gone
yet,

you will return
you always
do

A Question Unheard

It was as though the sound had been turned off. She moved through the room caught in her head. There were colors in her mind's eye swirling red and orange, in the corners of her sight. Looking past them was impossible though the wall before her was clear. She could move.

The bed covers she hastily pulled up to cover the pillows though they remained wrinkled. She had chosen a comfortable cotton dress that gave her large belly plenty of free movement and it hung on the door awaiting her. The boys giggled and burst forth with spitting shooting noises huddled together in their room. She shuffled down the hallway to check on them, but paused at the door.

The coolness of the wood felt lovely against her palms. An internal pulsation began behind her left eye. Her mind focused inward. Closing her eyes, she listened. Though a room away, the water in Walter's shower sounded faint. She heard a flow of liquid in her head. She could just see a rectangular form sneaking before her eyes. Sliding down to sit on the floor, she tried breathing deeply. A burning sensation gripped the back of her neck. In through the nose, blow it out. It wasn't working; her lungs tightened. She panicked. Grabbing the fibers of the carpet, she licked her lips and breathed in once again...no air. Blackness slid in from the edges.
" Are you dressed? We've got to be there in fifteen minutes." He barked through the door. She fell to her side, his question unheard.

A Good Read

How much time would it take until she finally realized he was not coming back?
How much time would it take until she finally realized she did not want him to come back?

moments last as long as she notices them
passing
passing
by on the way
to the end of the story
Someone has already arrived there,
and he is saving her a seat,
not in the front of the room
so she'd have to wear her glasses

Neighborhood Watch

up too late again
I find the end of the day
dawns and
still the keys continue to meet me
dancing
in a stiffened husk of
crystallizing flesh

loosened with a whistle
of tea water and steam
opening the envelope of
meaningful discourse
only to find
my neighbors
at rest behind
darkened shades

upon awakening
will the plan
hidden
behind authorized posts
be considered for
approval