in the attic

i like to tell myself
your place in my life
is completely undefined
but the simple truth
is you’re in a box
i can’t admit is mine
discretely hidden
in a secret place
that only i can find
not far away
never hard to reach
masterfully enshrined
behind a thick wall
through a tiny door
dutifully confined
carefully packed
beautifully wrapped
and intricately designed
nestled in a corner
sharing space with fears
in the attic of my mind


Folding Laundry

i knew the moment
it touched my hand
without even seeing
i could feel her body
filling it’s softness
without her being
here right beside me
suddenly she was
in this shirt so thin
body meeting body
heat touching heat
fingers stroking skin
i lingered in the moment
it touched my hand
as if she were near
wanting her body
to fill it’s softness
wishing she were here

December 8, 2012
folding a shirt she wears to bed

Animal Poem

Do you like horses?
Of courses. Of courses.

Do you like cows?
And hows. And hows.

How about pigs?
We digs. We digs.

And sheep too?
We do. We do.

What about deer?
We cheer. We cheer.

And dogs and cats?
Do you have to ask?


(originally written on June 28, 2008)
For My Kids

a memory

found myself
lost today
miles away
held at bay
by fantasy
you and me
warm embrace
time misplaced
bliss to bliss
endless kiss
a bed abyss
reaching, touching
speaking nothing
seeking, finding
bodies binding
minds unwinding
wanting, needing
hunting, feeding
sound of breathing
pure ecstasy
not a dream
a memory



i’m not a fan
of the separation
the deprivation
the desperation
or the struggle for
quality communication
but i must say
without equivocation
i like the flirtation
the odd fixation
and most of all
i like the anticipation


all is right

covers are filled
with tired children
pillows hold heads
with dreams in flight
beds are carrying
their precious cargo
gently through
a peaceful night
set adrift
on sleep’s vast ocean
all are well
and all is right


waiting to be inspired

the sunsets find me
yearning for their arrival
waiting to be inspired
longing to slip into dusk
into the comfort of night
to prepare for the sunrise
and another day of waiting
to be inspired again

testing ommwriter