Wrong side

Form in Spanish, form in English.
Student signs, gossips, op'site sides.
Half the form is now blank, my half.

My next body

When it is time to change bodies
And the nanotechs ask what kind,
I'm going to pick the same as you.

To my erudite lover

My poems are hardly even
Worth reading for someone like you,
My well-educated lover.

A new pecking order

Grackles splatter blood where they hit,
Aggressive dive-bombers--damn all!
Pedestrians flee the onslaught.

I win

Out of reach sits the body wash
Resting at your natural level,
But your arms reach me perfectly.

Lie upon a bed of roses

Lie upon a bed of roses
And prick me when I come closer,
But no more shun or I will die.

You must laugh at me

Here I sit, sipping Heffeweiz'n,
writing you letters and missing you.
Do they get there? I can't say.

Once I had a ring

Once I had a ring but lost it
And nothing I wear is the same.
I think it's changed sizes on me.

Ensnared or freed?

Am I crazy--here and over,
A little loop, back to then,
Again, again--thinking of her?

Afterwards

A little wine to hold the time--
Needing to know, so much to say.
I must wait, or lose completely.

On writing a French poem

Pulling to pieces, bits to bits,
Syllabic sentences, letters,
Wordy words, dissecting it all.

The portrait

Silver mane-bright eyes sitting curled
With her young colt--so sly!--and her
Soulful, bare hooves tucked underneath.

Sunday

Aimless lazing, drifty glazing,
All-day nothing-to-do Sunday
Spending my time thinking of you.

The letter U

Youth is gone when your back makes leave
And pains you, so that your legs shake,
And questions you, curled retortless.

Feeling loss

Small caperberries, sour and cold,
Lain in the bottom of the jar
Too far to reach without a fork.

Eight-up

Diet Coke for the try-it folk,
Is laughingly caffeine free, love,
But you are the real thing, no joke.

Southern food

Cornbread muffins with cream gravy
Go down warmly, grip your thighs,
Smooth out the wrinkles, sweet to eat.

Architecture

Koolhaas builds a great library--
Lucky Seattle!--blocks of color,
Spaces to see our faces in.

Daydreaming your scent

A Japanese crush, pure and puce,
Mellons rolling stripped on the grass,
The spring brings out fresh scents of you.

Morning coffee

Big, pink, ceramic mug, hand-made,
I pause to fill--coffee and milk--
And think of you, my morning love.