I saw a dream of a movie scene but I think that I already lived it

We should make love,

Do ya think?

Well,… Don’t you

I don’t think it’ll be wurth it

…

I can kiss your belly though?

                She lies down, smiling

Are you goin t’ read your book?

I’m reading it, do you want yours?

Oh, you expect me to stay down there a while, is it?

She smiles,

Well, I don’t mind, you know…

she squirms,

Well I’d better have my book then.

She gets his book, they lie down together, he has his head on her stomach, she has her hand on his head, they both read.

How is the book going?

Ah, it’s kind of boring

Is it the vampire one

No, I finished that, this one is about a boarding school, but really it’s about how old people are smart

Oooh, layers!  Do you think I’d like it?

No, not for you I don’t think babe.  What are you reading?

I’m just reading that one I read before, the one you don’t like.  I don’t have anything else to read.

What, that boring one, with the mad dream in the middle?

He blows onto her belly, a burrrffffttt erupts

In the middle yerself, in the middle yerself          burrrffffttt,burrrffffttt

 

 

 

 

In Memory of Shirley McClure

The Easter Bunny is Dead

Ears is dead.  Goodbye Ears.

Sestina #1 (inspired by Marie Brett’s “The Amulet”)

 

I can’t stop think about the baby
and the poor sad mother.

Just a little touch

I can only imagine
what would pass between us
if we sat with our faces touching
and looked in one another’s eyes

I would only be able to smile
I would never stop smiling

That lightness I feel
When your skin touches mine
can only be a warning shot
“Look out! This will be very much!”

Well, I can hardly breathe when it happens,
cant escape the trap of my mind.

Oh, don’t touch me any more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moon

 

 

In love I came late, your my moon,

Blemish

 

Stepping back to view his work,
The master craftsman duly gloats.

Yield

 

I will not halt nor will I falter,
Know thee this; I give no quarter.

Will

 

All the family gathered for the reading of the will
Though they’d loved him in life and loved him still
Each one hoped to gain something
From their Father’s sad passing

Everyone is

 

Everyone is looking
Although they’ve closed their eyes
Everyone is listening
Even though there’s so much noise

The Mystery of Love

He tells me he makes movies, I don’t ask what kind.
I tell him I sew buttons, and that I am losing my mind.

We decide we will elope, begin a new life together.
I leave all of my possessions, except my emerald sweater.