A Hand Ring

'I can fashion with my hands, ' he said
an empty space
with which I can then shape
a shape
that is round
and reminds
me of you and I.

A swift
swooping move
draws your smile
mid-air;
a wavy motion
elicits memories of us
spooning on moonlit nights.

I draw an oval
within which we
are framed-
our love-lined photograph.

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After All This- Happiness

There is a drunk boy in my bed and he smells.
I want him to leave so I can wash the sheets,
clean up,
arrange things, erase this episode
in my single hood.

Scandal, scandal, scandal, boys boys boys:
woke up this morning, no love in the bed.

You and I should meet for lunch. You can give me
advice. I sometimes feel judged. But that is from my
friends who aren't getting any.

Right now I guess I am wrapped up in the excitedness of it all.
But it is getting lonely here because most of my friends are getting
married.

One day, after all of this I will be married and happy and all that

Love, Anita.

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The Quilt

Some times I dream you
holding my heart
and breathless
I wait to see
what you do with
its beating pulse;
I exist then only with
my anxious soul
which hopes
my heart
will return home
and bring you
too.

Sometimes
I take your kiss
since your are not here
and place it on my lips
and that is many times
enough

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Mugsy and I

Mugsy he
schools me
in all things dog;
smells a thousand times better than me
points out these smells on our outings.

Schools me on the art of forgiving
which takes him seconds
and me years.

He is always up for adventure
his enthusiasm for life undiminished
pulls at his chain
eager onward
looking back to see
if I can see the delights
around the next corner, like he.

Mugsy
like I

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Makes You Laugh and Cry At the Same Time-1

In the Woody Allen movie
he is standing in front of a dark painting
along side a woman dressed all in black.

'What do you think it means? he said.
Without looking at him
she says;
'it expresses the dark, filthy destiny
of the human race,
Its expresses degradation,
the horror of living.
The hopelessness.'

Something to that effect.

Woody Allen says:
What are you doing Thursday night? '
She says
'Committing suicide.'
He says'

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Flying

If I fly
then I am off the ground.

If I am off the ground
I might fly too high and spin off into space
where I will perish.

If I don't fly
and stay on the ground
then I lose out on the experience of flying.

If I fly tip-toe but not actually fly
then I don't fly or soar.
and lose the experience of really flying.

If I stay on the ground then my life
will not be what it could be.

I guess flying is worth the risk.
But then this

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Tale of Two Breasts-Anna's Story

Whatever you call them
breasts or twins
they precede us
and divert looks
or maybe attract none.

All life suckles there
heads lay there
babies drink.

I remember at 13,
their nuturance
and that single wish
they'd grow.

Push-ups I admit,
I tried to hurry along the process,
but such mixed feelings there.

Mine grew

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Walking Away From Me

He walks by
and I trail him
with my eyes;

A glance at the shoulders-
his cat-like,
panther like stance.

And when he moves
he flows.
he flows.

My god
he flows across the room.

His waist is
my next eye-roving
stopping point;

but there

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Unwitting

I would run away
except I have no place to run
except to you.

I would fade to dim
except
your light
keeps me in view.

My eyes cast down
certain days
but you have
mirrors
on my ground
and they my eyes
re-direct.

I take a match
to flame my aching soul
and your ocean pond

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Homes

Some homes have three bedrooms
a pool
and four walls;

some have landscaped grounds
or are tiny. secluded;
small.

My home is mobile;
it lies inside your heart.

It was built
of candle light
and long nights of whispered talk;

soft eyes
and touch.

Its shape
is that of a hearth,

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