The darkness enfolds me in black velvet wings
She holds me close and she holds me tight
She whispers to me of unspeakable things
Only understood in the darkest of night
Like a lone hermit thrush, she hauntingly sings
You are safe here with me until morning’s light
Here in the shadows where everything blends
The darkness and me are the closest of friends
I see the shadow-edge
Of her bare shoulders in the dark
And from her slightest touch
Tremors trace a path into my soul
She whispers in my ear
The secrets of the darkness and the night
How night is for romance
It heightens senses of both touch and smell
And I smell on her skin
The way she smells whenever she touches me
I vibrate a deep brown chant
Beneath her skin into her chest and heart
Within my own heart I feel
A beautiful ache I do not wish to cure
And all the stars revolve
Around us both at this one moment now
She sings a song of night
Of stars and moons and planets whirling past
I sing a song of earth
Of dampened soil and rocks and trees and moss
We do not need to touch
To feel our hearts beat rhythms like a drum
We do not need to look
To see the wonder in each other’s eyes
We both are fully clothed
It is our souls naked to each other
The night has made it so
So we sleep curled together, hand in hand
It feels intimate
Holding you in one hand
Typing by light touch of fingers on screen
People say technology is cold and merciless
But you are like my feeding tube
Too intimately connected to my life
To be cold and detached
Each letter my fingers peck out
Is a message sent into the void
Hoping someone on the other side
Is listening
last thing said aloud
to my father was a purr
he knew what I meant
I purred again and again
wished the last purr never came
our tears fell like
redwood forest winter rain
when Ron left my house
we knew we’d never again
physically embrace, alive
My father walked towards the Light
With companions by his side:
His first dog, collie mix named Tag.
Siamese cat named Corky.
And a lamb they called Bummer.
They guided him to the Light.
They guided him into Love;
Walked beside him on the last
Journey he would ever take.
I cried so many tears tonight
That all the words I had relied upon
To explain how I feel
Have washed away in saltwater
And what is left
What is left
Is what I cannot say
pine trees all about
eagle circles overhead
dad buried in ground
mother threw five daisies in
one for each decade married
my dad taught me
to fashion a snail shell
to protect from harm
she was a slug-child
no shell protecting her from
cruelty or salt
she was a slug-child
no shell protecting her from
kindness, beauty, love
slugs are tougher than they look
slugs are tougher than you think
[Part of my NaNoWriMo novel, but applies to me as well.]
