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
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
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
To wish and
wish and
wish to be
gentle
clothed only in magnetic
silence
would be my bliss
TDM
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
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
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
