(2014)
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
