you walk up the stairs
behind you
i ascend, my hands on your hips
i feel your bones
and as you step up
a practical lesson in your anatomy
as your thigh, so close to me, rises
your hip rotates up
first the right
then the left
and then again
and again
until we reach the top
Tag: poem
Poem 20150227b
let the world be made of skin
let the world be covered in skin
so that when we walk across her
barefooted, dew clinging to our legs
a chill might run across her flesh
the earth should moan with pleasure
under our weight, as we press upon her
pressing our skin against her skin
Poem 20141116
Did a ton of yard work yesterday and I was too tired to even think about writing a poem. We’ll see what I can squeezez out today.
The coyote stopped
Stared into the flashlight
While we crossed the street
It’s coat was grey and shiny
It looked well-fed
Though I hadn’t heard about
Any missing pets
It kept its distance
We kept ours
The dog on the end of the leash
Who can’t see well in the dark
Didn’t catch a scent of his distant, wild cousin
Or there would have been whined greetings
But I think
The coyote appreciated
Our giving him his space
And he turned
And prowled the perimeter of the bushes
Looking for dinner
Words and Feathers 