the sun is my lover
I call her sunshine
I admire her all day
I’m among the many
but when night comes
she leaves the sky
to be with me
her touch is pure warmth
I find it hard to look at her
she’s beautiful and bright
her skin radiates
her eyes glow
her laugh bubbles
my head floats about her
my lips press against hers
my skin tingles
we laugh through the night
and she shines for me
but in the morning always
she dutifully shines for the world
and that makes her lovelier
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #218
be direct
be tactless
hurt won’t last
nearly as long
Poem #217
we keep doing the things we want
until we don’t want to anymore
Poem #216
the lizard pumped up from the ground
he was a tough lizard like the others
but the human child caught him
with a simple piece of long grass
created a loop for his neck
the human child cradled him gently
he attempted to bite the human child
he was let go twenty minutes later
in a place far from his favorite rock
he didn’t feel so tough anymore
Poem #215
I’m not sure about it
I’m aware of possibilities
but I don’t assume truth
I’d be embarrassed if I did
any of them could be true
regardless of what I want
Poem #214
grip the table
feel the muscle
in the core
splay out
be vulnerable
on the floor
take control
experience power
in weakness
Poem #213
sway
sway so far you fall
turn
turn so far left you go full circle
run
run so far you leave behind the old you
Poem #212
the teenage girl thumbs through the newspaper
a woman was murdered yesterday
her body was left on her bathroom floor
the blood arranged itself on the tiles
in an ugly unpoetic pattern
the teenage girl grabs scissors from the kitchen
she carefully cuts the article out
and paper clips it into her diary
she has a collection of clippings
reminding her to protect herself
Poem #211
5:14 blaring in blue light
the kitchen is dark
I lean against the fridge
and stare at the light
filtering in from the living room
I take a sip of water
my feet feel heavy
the floor is hard
put the glass down
and go back
Poem #210
to be said in a friendly voice:
hey!
to be said in a sultry voice:
yeah, we should do this again sometime
to be said in an enamored voice:
I want to be official
to be said in a regular voice:
we getting pizza tonight?
to be said in a tired voice:
I love you
to be said in a happy voice:
we should do this every year!
to be said in a casual voice:
where are you going?
to be said in a curious voice:
so what are you getting me?
to be said in a sad voice:
so I found this
to be said in a calm voice:
I loved you
to be screamed:
get out of here