empty porch swing
sways in the wind
the birds have left

raindrops
somersaulting,
tripping, falling into
each other as they discover
your skin.

back of a car
covered in bumperstickers
saying "not alone"

faithful
sun, it always
rises. the sunflower
turns towards it, knowing it is
constant.

caressing your back
my hands
praying

listening to the freeway
moon shining through the window
waiting for you

cicadas buzz
the dog heads for shade
time for a cold beer

First kiss-
my open mouth
offering a dazed
"Yes", my hands wishing they knew what
to do.

sipping coffee
wrapped in your sheets
while you shower

a necklace breaks
rats run away
carrying treasure

standing
talking to you
I felt not yet kisses
crackling through wired nerves
jarred awake from a sound sleep by
your voice

embracing
moonlit bodies on red sheets
we dream separately

would you
be my blue moon,
shine behind my sleep-shut
eyes and draw my gaze away from
nightmares?

would you
like some of my
tangerine? I hope you
don't mind the way it has perfumed
my hands.

Rhythmic
steady raindrops
repetitively fall.
You read to me while we shelter
in bed.

fireflies are sleeping
light morning dew is forming
sunrise has begun

eyes closed
warm together
naked and bathed in sleep
we blurred contentedly into
one skin

static
tinny tiny
sounds, possibilities
find a transistor and become
music.

our eyes
blink every
few seconds, opening
again, refreshed, to a slightly
changed world.

Even
when I'm sleeping
my blood flows. I shed skin.
I breathe and dream. I am always
alive.

Shimmer,
cinder that was
fire. Your heat lingers
without ferocity, you fade
and glow.

water
flowers into
the air when a pebble
hits, for one crystalline second,
airborne.

each thought
pulls me to you,
the way the ocean pulls
rivers to inevitable
union

Your name
is less than full
in a stranger's mouth, one
whose unfamiliar tongue does not
stroke it.

In your
eyes, we sleep, we
together, the body
of each others' hands. I gaze at
our dreams.

puffing
a cigarette
in the chill air, the wind
lazily contemplates the birth
of fog.

grief grows
furtively huge,
guzzling slushy darkness
in a corner, waiting to seize
your mind.

patient
parasitic
it thrives on the cancers
you're too ashamed to admit you
endure.

one chord
wonder, feedback
scratching against the walls
of sonic limitations, right
and wrong

jitter
and rattlesnake
yourself forward, holding
your glittering tailfeathers high,
daring.

Let NaPoWriMo Begin!

dead man
whistling. brightly,
purposefully, pretend
the bomb about to land is a
daisy.