i hate mums on homecoming

marble fingertips
rolling down the alley of your ribs
strike, babe
i'll pick up that spare
wanting tobethisclosetoyou
hushed breathing words of teasing lips
frame the way you smiled at me when
i ran through the sprinklers in my work clothes
your image massages my strained anxieties
humming eyelids that i love to kiss
every now and then i halfway believe you when you say -
say that i'm an angel
beautiful
sweet
i shatter my mirror who conflicts with that
beautiful knuckles in ruby red
run to me
drink me up
i am yours in this cup of security

sometimes it’s just one of those days

beep, beep, beep
your total comes to twenty seventy-one
tap, tap
door opens
get change
screaming kid with triathlon tears
raging mom
he wants candy
mushed-up red face with a hollering black cave
don't see why the mom got so mad
hell – if i could get away with it,
i'd do that on occasion, too

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mosh pit of hormones
urge to consume you like a dieter scarfing ice cream
and when the fix can’t be soothed
my hair and throat release
a piercing, red-feather yell
and i sit in our spot alone those days
think of poems i won’t remember
i always forget great thoughts
nails running down your scratching-post chest
leech fingers grip to know you inside out
every crevice of your soul
no maps here
flashlights of inquiries and chisel of love
chip away at your lips
let me switch you on
purr

weather chick

go ahead, sweet pea -
dive into me like a dehydrated man
i'll bathe you with kisses and warm eyes
don't cry, precious – even though you say
they're happy tears
but if you must, let me cup them in my hand
i just want to hold it all
sturdy arm for your treasured heart and gleeful cheeks
squeeze my side one more time
run your hand through my hair again
and i'll tease you like the angel you think i am
take my hand so we can float
and play hide-and-seek in the clouds
i'll recapture the joy of finding you over and over
and we'll sit up there with our happy tears
sliding down
maybe that's what rain is -
happy lover's tears
i see thunderstorms in our forecast

singin’ swinger

la la la
i want to sing love songs with you
chorus of kisses
verse of intimate conversation
bridge to my heart
i want to go on that playground with you
run like delinquents around monkey bars
playing tag
wrestling in grass
and for one moment i'll see you above me
glowing face too gorgeous to claim
you said  i was giddy tonight and you liked it
your eyes half-closed like a fever
diving into ice cream
yeah, i like it like that, too

wish list

it's never just another day if i get to see you
highlighted moments of being together
pictures to put in my head's scrapbook
as we both go through this love roller coaster
air whipping by so fast it won't let you breathe it in
please hold my hand
cradle me close
kiss and smile lullabies
be my knight tonight
i know theres' a bar on this ride
to hold me in
but can i clutch your arm like i'm gonna fall?
kiss my head
rub my knee
please play along
are you man enough to participate in my imagination
i swear after the dips and rises
i'll make you head swirl
tummy will meet your throat
eyelids flutter like dizzy drunks
but i promise you one thing baby doll,
we'll end up waiting in line again
please hold my hand
cradle me close
kiss and smile lullabies
be my knight tonight

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heart’s arms clutching at air
two milliseconds before we touch
that’s the moth’s wing fluttering feeling
inside when he’s around
air is better to breathe when we’re together
i’m on inch slimmer
trees make me have one more ounce of awe
thoughts are smarter
songs are more personal
i want to hold him up like a poster
and run so fast that he becomes a shooting star
dear father, with tears and a beaded bracelet
i thank you
for breaking off a chunk of heaven
and putting it in him
for me to hold

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boys called me things
they won’t remember saying
once they are big, strong men
that preside over corporations
success built on ashes of burned esteems
add my urn to the pile
scatter me over hope
and pray that my mirror will lie to me one day
and make me smile
i hated boys
they’ll always have cooties