In my life, I’m busy:Homework keeps me on my toes,friends invite me to socialize & social events,& the real world awaits. But the mountains are calling, John Muir says,& I must go,the Misty Mountains are calling,& dwarves are in my Hobbit hole. The mountains, Misty or not, stand stock still,as unshakeable as soldiers.The streams gurgle,theContinue reading “resting place”
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The Journey
There’s a tall glass of water on the counter,& a tiny door in front of you. It’s like Alice’s passage into Wonderland,an oaken door to adventure,to green parks & freshly painted houses all in rows You’re about to embrace an adventure,a road where no one has traveled,where your bare feet will be the first printsContinue reading “The Journey”
an ocean
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
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”
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”
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”
schootch day
you’re tense, darlinga knot knitted below your shoulderbumps up under the skin of your back you’re stiff, dearlet me help you unwindthat spool of yarnyou’ve been looming overever since breakfast (I’ll rub the ache awayjust like I tugged away the knot in your jeans this afternoon;a delight I then sucked at with my drooling mouth)Continue reading “schootch day”
blank page
white screen, blinking cursor. white dotted line, hovering pen. one letter after the other, one syllable follows another, rhyming isn’t my rhythm I tend to clap on the off-beat I prefer the feat of clever rhyming, clapping in-between the beat. it’s unexpected, tripping up the stairs,like tripping over your own words,but you reorganize your sentences,Continue reading “blank page”
