Hug from Nonna

I hug my Nonna twice a year:

On her birthday

And on mine

But only because I engage

I announce the occasion

Buon compleano!

Lean in

And wrap one arm around her shoulders

I love you

I love you too

A kiss on the cheek

Maybe

But more likely reserved

For milestone occasions

 

TDM

Lying on a Rock

I disengaged myself

And let every tender vertebra

Feel as pious as

The stone

They were held upon

And reaching overhead

In my supinated situation

I gasped

And let my hands fall to

The pate of the rock

Connecting them like

A halo

Twisting my fingers

Around my own locks

Tangling them between the crown

On my head

Where the coolness of

The stone had met my skull

Supporting it

 

TDM

Some Words

I am

Thinking now

About the sensation

Of dirty toes tickling

The cool brush

My back outstretched on bank

Of lily pad bay

My eyes wide

Focused on tufts drifting across

Big sky

Where lonely is

A suitcase with the bare

Essentials

Essence of secrecy in

The gazes exchanged

Between me,

what waxing cycle will have me

And the essence of nobody

To trust in translation

No body

To speak my version of

Barefoot back to me

You

You took my inhibitions

And turned them inside out

In the most timely manner

So that at your convenience

You could call me

Sweet

Lovely

Beautiful

Quirk

A joke to you

But had you known

I was accustom to manners

Of flight

You would not have been

So inclined

In your attempt to

Flatter

You would have figured

Out so quickly that

I would crush

You with a look

Of discontentment so

Incessantly putrid

That you would be forced

To your hands and knees

Where my amusement

Would be your wretch

TDM

Andrew

You were trying to be

a Kerouac

When you led me

from subway to streetcar

To marbled sidewalk

and thought you were adventure

Looking for old doorways on Bay

Where I knew there were none

And you were trying to make me

your Queen Anne’s Lace

So I would be

gentle with your secrets

sooth your eccentricities

and unravel your spirit

But I was the seedling of

a dogwood flower

And led you

From subway to streetcar

To tall grass footpath

And thought I was adventure

In convincing you

to cascade backwards between

dandelion and dew

to match my wavelength

which was unravelling itself between

the blades of grass

as though the meadow were

a maze leading straight

to your disposition

 

TDM

Summer Heat

I need some opinions on this one. Is it complete or does it have a long way to go? Please comment below with any thoughts. Thank you kindly.

 

I could tickle the shade

on a day like today,

musky odour (I admit)

emitting from my “delicate” temple

whose flustered

along with my will

to make happy with

they

who step lightly and grin

while I drip

and drop

and drag myself onward

through what seems like concrete Sahara