I’ve been working on some poetry and thought I’d share some with you all (each color is a separate poem).
When I open the bathroom door
The love rays of your eyes
Break through the mist of shower litter
And hit me
Hot
As that deadly fire
Raw
As our sudden blisters
Hard
As our healed calluses
But welcome as winter’s glittering rain.
Darkness falls
A bird sings its final notes
Rain patters.
Head on a pillow lies a boy:
His arms enfold a girl
Whose last blue tear
Drops,
Taking with it worries
From them both.
You bring out in me
A gentle desire to live
To share and enjoy the
Commonplace things
That would otherwise be
Laborious.
Rejecting you tastes
Sweet as sherry
Topping dinner.
Your offer put so
Generously
Was more sour
Than the sourest grape.
In the morning light
You are
My baby
Green as a spinach sprout
Naively poking out
The heavy soil.
In the coming nights
Do not let rust
Eat through your leaves
Before your bunch has punched
The fresher air.
So blind to
The natural world
That lies beyond the glass window
Of your study.
But your very existence depends upon
That world’s ability to
Drink, and feast, and delight.
You’re sticky
You will be sweet,
When we’re done.
Right now you’re tan, polished
As my skin After a hot day in the sun.
Sore throat
Aching knees
Goodness, again?
Mind, body Which is pleased?