Your blue-green wavestug me from the soft sand & beckon me into your lapping waters,where I splash youwith my goose-pimpled skin,warmed by the sudden blaze of Volcanus’ heat from your undertow. M.B.B.5/28/15edited 5/23/2020
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Dear Jude
I miss your cleaning. I miss hearing you trot out arpeggios in the middle of the night on the piano, when you can’t seem to grasp reality. I miss your cooking. I miss the sound of your voice, even when you’re angry. I miss the looks you shared with Willem; I miss you looking atContinue reading “Dear Jude”
Threads
So, this is what it’s like to truly miss you:wanting nothing more than to wrap you in my armslike I would wrap a present with a nice, tight red bow. Your smooth, supple legs twining around mine,our clothes lost from top to bottom—the threads unraveling with each kiss& each brush of each touchrenewing my faithContinue reading “Threads”
It’s the little things
It’s the little things that set you apart from others:your shining blue eyes,the way you brush your teeth,the way you comb your hair,and the way in which you walk with your calve musclesit’s the steady thumping of your fingers on your keyboard,your sharp laughter at something funny,and your long hugswhich warm me like a blanketContinue reading “It’s the little things”
How to Love Someone Two Hours Away: a Time Capsule
It’s harder than concrete,& sparser than the desert flowers Meeting up, everything’s rushed:time floats like the loon they say;driving the kids around in the golf cart,pushing little Ezra to “go higher!” on the swing set,watching The Lego Movie on your grandma’s bed Kissing you is sweeterthan salt water taffy;our tongues crackling electricity in our mouths,snappingContinue reading “How to Love Someone Two Hours Away: a Time Capsule”
Canvas
Your body is an inspirationfrom which I can paint,splattering bits of the colors you’re wearing onto my canvas I rub color-pieces of clothes onto my canvas:the red of your button-down shirt,my faded blue jeans,& your Game of Thrones socks. I smear all of theseinto the thick white canvas spread before me& leave impressions of themContinue reading “Canvas”
I want you back in my bed
I want you back in my bed,slithering over the covers of my duvet,slinking closer to kiss and caress me I want you back in my bed,writhing and moaning underneath me,a gasping hot mess,a volcano about to blow I want you back in my bed,your arms twined around me,your head resting on my chest I missContinue reading “I want you back in my bed”
The Boys of Hood Hall
Jude &JB &Willem && Malcolm. You are a found family of Peter Pan’sa brotherhood built from the ground up in Hood Hall,friends through shithole apartments& ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends,starting at the bottom of the law firm/art/architecture/film ladder& working your way up to the top floorto push your way out onto the roofstanding side-by-side, fists raised inContinue reading “The Boys of Hood Hall”
lounging rock
the sun shines brightly through the treeswarming me on the lounging rockwhere I lie, stretched out on my backlistening to the whipper willowsand the sighing aspen leaves M.B.B.3/21/2020
Piano Keystrokes
I play keystrokes like some play the piano. I plink out words, which are my melodies. I move with the flow of words. My song flows out of my wrists like a rushing river. My left and right-hand move in synchronized ballet, each lifting and falling on their tippy toes. Some people play the piano;Continue reading “Piano Keystrokes”
Dogs are too Good for Us
Dogs are too good for us. They love us unconditionally, a sign of undying love in their licks and tail wags, whether we leave for a day or five minutes (and then come back). In heaven, it should be filled with tennis balls, treats to eat, and fluffy clouds to sleep on. Dogs are tooContinue reading “Dogs are too Good for Us”
Dear Willem
You compiled my life for me—a spreading accordion of file folders labeled Jude I Jude II Jude III Jude IV bursting with awards, photos, certificates, love letters, JB’s art, & my legal documents With you,you shone like the Sun,brightening the white-washed walls of our apartment Your jumper cable armswound around me kept me safefrom theContinue reading “Dear Willem”
Hold onto Me
Note: This is not a personal poem. You keep me sane amid the winter’s bite,in between raised webs of scar tissue& sticky streams of blood You keep me warm in this drafty room,using your tender kisses& your fierce hold on me to blot out the chill—the muscles of your biceps & tricepsknotting, bunching, & jumpingContinue reading “Hold onto Me”
a kiss for the robins
on our walk, with snow squeaking underfoot,we pass a yard adorned with a hopping robin. “do you know what you do when you see a robin?dad told me,” my sister tells me. you kiss your thumb,then tap your hands together. I practice the motion of my grandmother:I kiss my thumb, then bump my fists. aContinue reading “a kiss for the robins”
if I lost you
if I lost you,I’d bury myself to the waist in sandalive on the outside, a draining hourglass on the insideI’d ink a little sailboat on the inside of my wristI’d miss your meals of party pizza and pizza rollsI’d miss hearing all of your “boops” instead of “goodbyes”I’d miss your narration as you gamedI’d missContinue reading “if I lost you”
