I loved her like
a first-cousin air kiss
such a sweet miss on a
Saturday, powdery puffed
in pink, no less, and certainly no more chatter
please . . .
she’d pout, then pucker –
we’d tucker, eventually.
Just a jiggle, a wink
and a sigh.
© Chagall 2014
I don’t aspire so much as I dream
about life once lived and twice when wonderful
sparks spirited us away; just a loll, a roll across water
on our backs and bellies sliding, free-wheeling and side-winding.
Pressed for time
all the time
it seemed.
Eternal weighs us from too far off, unfulfilled not a good place to fall, these tow-away zones
are paved to hurt, no shade here or there nor
anywhere for that matter.
What will be befitting your final embellishment?
Adjustable tonal flora becomes you, as you fade away
and become it.
It’s only rock ‘n’ roll –
right?
© Chagall 2014
At each turn
nothing but unearthed arrowheads
point the way.
It lurks –
simply put.
Does one not breathe?
Or maybe all too well,
finally.
I stare down,
I’ve seen these feet before.
Tiptoes,
usually
graceful
exits.
Sometimes I click,
flitter and sputter.
Just so long
that you saw
is enough.
© Chagall 2014
Wish you were here
to help me
harden the plants.
© Chagall 2014
It might not be a gateway
but o’ don’t it make
you curious?
© Chagall 2014
Life’s a mist
I can not gather
© Chagall 2014
Dreams ride safe inside
Prism-etched bubbles afloat
Listen for the pop
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I know you.
But not this time
nor place.
Quickly,
before we’re lost again.
Tossed again
to the wind.
Shadows awash
in brilliant light
await the opening.
A pucker, a dimple
so easily missed,
just a nod.
Then you’re gone
leaving nothing
but flat plain.
And the endless gray wash
of limbo.
© Chagall 2014
In her eyes, timeless
though unlit candles.
© Chagall 2014
We’d kiss deliciously
after having had bonbons
© Chagall 2014
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