Poem 24: The Case for Love

Love is guilty in judgement, and the jury is only one 

Hung on Memories and Hopefulness submitting a compelling case against

Giving up on it- each alone stands begging you to remember:

Lying in bed while another stroked your head, counting the hairs

Silently and contently watching the calm in your face

Taking your hand into his palm just to marvel each finger- resting against his own

As if he wondered how someone so fragile and small could grip his heart so tightly

And ever-so-slightly loosening that grip to accept a most frightening concept

Accepting you…

Except nothing

Maybe he offers to shave “down there” or paint your toenails

Or pulls up a chair to watch patiently as you make

Yourself over for a date with him

However long that takes

Since you and he alone are the date

Satisfied in your company as long as

He is the one catching the last glimpse of the arch in your back this evening

While “zzziiiip” drowns out sounds of pleasure replaying in his head

Clasping those memories away for the duration instead

Fighting the desire of

Going back to bed

To make more love

When your eyes meet just to say,

“How may I love you today?”

So you hope for its rehabilitation

And again the case is in favor of


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Poem 9: Wailing for the Good Old Days

Poem 9: Wailing for Good Old Days

When we could sing and swing without consequence

We dance…. oooh we dance. The wind brushes our faces

His pants press the laces sewn beneath my skirt- tan…talizing

Josephine Baker by Michele Rosenthal

Josephine Baker by Michele Rosenthal

Him. We flirt. His eyes soothe. We move together; I close my eyes and

Open them as horns remind me how his hands are convincing but they don’t stop my feet from

twirling and dancing. I look around, and see that they all imagine he’s one of the

37 million brave on paper posters in bright ink and / or dull ink in rolled scrolls

Who did not come home; I’ve rented it enough space in my mind, but this here’s my time

and I’ll take this fine one though he’s not mine. His warmth is natural. My skin says so…

My body says so… I’ve sewn many of those and I best know that uniform-

in the factory, these teeth have sneakily torn many-a-thread to take them apart

So, you see, I bite, but it doesn’t hurt. “I can surely take them apart,”

I smile. I flirt and leave your heart in tact.

Wake relaxed to a crisp shirt and slacks

So when across wide seas- anywhere you sail the map

You will never fail to think back. Then

draw from my lips a slice of heaven to take- as you brave….

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