June 28, 2009
Grief is grey
and solid to the touch
of my mouth
and your lip
that you left with me
I'll kneel
and know that this was once
clay
and softer than a fleece
or small green leaf
leave me more
but don't feed me
that greed
I've canceled
our contract
and you are mine
May 16, 2009
Beautiful were the words
she placed in a tin jar
and uncomely
unexpected, rather
but piecemeal
to enhance their new found
virginity
I donned a kneeling fancy
and carved a heart
(in niche)
for the two quelling dalmations
cantankerous
and biting
