Your cuddles. You, holding me close, caressing my face, stroking my hair.
Lying on your chest. My cheek to your heart, hearing, feeling the thump, you breathe. Your warmth.
Drifting off in your arms, curled up in your lap. The soft rain falling outside our window, lulling me to sleep.
 Closeness …pitapat 

Come December

I don’t know much about stars.

And what I do know won’t amount to much.

But one thing is for certain: constellations continue.

What do I mean by that?

Well, constellations are constant.

So constant that we can navigate by them.

We can tell where we are, how far North or East

And no matter where you stand, NSEW

Everyone sees the same sky.

So, the stars unite us in a way.

Those constellations connect everyone

Even if you don’t know a thing about them


So, I guess my point is this:

Constellations hold hope.

Hope that we’re not alone.

Hope that no matter how lonely we feel

Someone else might be looking at that same star

Someone else may be diagramming the same constellation

The same star that twinkled at you could possibly be winking at me


Cassiopeia’s M may look like a W from your side of the planet

But those same five stars are fixed

No matter where you are

The same five stars form that constellation

No matter where you are

Those five prominent stars hold hope

That come December, a meteor shower will take place

From constellation Cassiopeia showers will radiate

No matter which side of the planet you’re on

And no matter the time of year, she will be ever present

Wearing her crown and looking Beautiful as ever

No matter where you are

Therefore, constellations are constant.

Constellations continue.

And we, as onlookers, never have to feel alone.

We have hope. Perpetual hope.

Well, as far as I know

which isn’t much

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Inspiration, the stars.


I guess it’s too late to live the life we anticipated
I guess it’s too late to move to a house we call home
I guess it’s too late to start loving
I guess it’s too late for being loved in return
I guess we’ll never have the family we planned
I guess we’re too old to make a family
I guess we couldn’t afford to buy a house anyway
I guess we’re not suited to being More
I guess we’ll never have a family now
I guess More is not in the cards now
I guess we wouldn’t make a good family
I guess I can’t expect we’ll ever have a family now
I guess I’ll have to give up all my dreams of being a family
I guess I’ll never be your partner now
We couldn’t get a house anyway though perhaps we’d get one late in life
Maybe someday we’ll have a big family
I guess family is really out
Feeding the pets and the children, walking between toys and rows of beds
I guess family is just too difficult
We’ll never have a family
Too much work and still to be friends
Who are the friendly partners
Were there ever friends who had a sustainable partnership
You raised children
And I have a family
We may have frolicked a little
And you still have a family
And someone told me that everyone cared
Very few partners are real friends
If you can manage to be a father and a lover too,
Why not my partner who is also my friend
Of course there are our families
And I raised babies
Perhaps some partners of the past were overseers of families
I guess friends tend to live more momentarily
Than life or a family would allow
We could never leave our families to have a rendezvous
Or to go to a dinner by candlelight in August
I don’t want to be friends but my instinct is right
I should never have tried to rise out of this partnership
Unless I can convince myself as Satan argues with Eve
That we are among a prototype of partners of all the ages
Each overjoyed and surviving on nothing
Or on as little as one needs to survive
Steadfast as any ocean and fixed as the stars
Tenants of a reality we appreciate endlessly

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 1: Inspired by Bernadette Mayer’s “Essay”

Beep beep beep bop

scenes that echo, tears that drop

fluidly flowing from lovers’ face

quarreling without lovers’ embrace

here me, O’ hear me

when I scream your name

silently whispered sans refrain

Lead me

Lead me in the right path, O Lord,  or my enemies will conquer me.  Tell me clearly what to do,  and show me which way to turn.

Lead me in the right path, O Lord,
or my enemies will conquer me.
Tell me clearly what to do,
and show me which way to turn.

Teach me your ways, O Lord
Lead me.
Lead me into the promises
you have promised me.
Lead me,
into your arms.

Love at first bite

Love at first bite

aroma alluring ripe
power preserved flush cheeks red
deep crimson complex purple
color rolling around in
mouth tastes tip of teeth tingle
tongue touching rich smoothness warmth
soothes radiating drowsy
harmony sweet satisfied
perfectly balanced pucker

Mystical Misery Mash-up

Haunted by the memories Since You Been Gone

forever Jumpin, Jumpin at the chance to see your face

longing for the day when my Fairytale comes true

when you Get Your Shine On and I your embrace


Prompt: take any random song play list (from your iPod, CD player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify, etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem. 


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