Proconsul

My feelings for you
Are like the fossilized skull
Of a proconsul
Our love lives in the trees,
Subsiding on vegetation,
Paper, tobacco, and fiberglass
Together, we echo through the ages,
Timeless

Pierce Me

Pierce me
Do me
Move right through me
Tell the true me
Double drew me
Sit and woo me
Give it to me
Thought you knew me?

My Painting

A crescent moon,
A slender tree,
A dripping a mouse
Running down the snowfield
Blood on the tips of the world
At the end of the bridges,
A gently curving dune of sand
Shaped by the wind,
Explosions of amber in the skies,
A mouse traces the curve of your eyes,
Beautifully twisted
A wrought-iron gate lies at the top
Of the stairway to heaven,
Slender ends hold the wold aloft
The edges are a perfect fit,
You must be Cinderella!

Something to Look At

For some funny reason
The moles on your legs
Are the leaves
Of the season

I study them closely
Those tiny brown marks
Some shy away,
But I find them engrossing

Like a blanket of snow
Some bits on the ground
It's a ski slope
You'll never know

Buffalo

You come, you go
But you don't know
The wonder of a
Buffalo
Lumbering, thumbering
Where they may
Swear I'll never
Forget the day

Beware

I'm sorry,
It's not fair
The way I leave you
Standing there
Close enough to
Smell your hair
No present sign
That screams "beware"

I will beware,
I'll be aware
Of the smell of your breath
As you're walking on air
You're giving me more
And I lay myself bare