SO NOW
You have changed my night
Taken the moon and the stars
Left me only darkness and a chill
that makes me shiver like you
had done with just a touch
Not like the one of your finger
across my cheek in good-bye
CREATING
His weakness
gave him such
cruelty
POMPOUS
Don't think
your hands
in my hair
proves my existence
Your lips on mine
gives me breath
or that the life
you shot within me
is the strength
I have to leave you with
FAIRNESS
If it is true
that we give ourselves
in "pieces"
then why
do I have
so much of myself
now?
I'VE CONCLUDED
Country Western singers
all drive Fords
because it's easier
to rhyme
CONFESS THIS
By now I'm sure
you know that
the she and her
of my poetry is me
and all the you's
are not
YOUR NAME HERE_______
French Vanilla coffee
and I'm thinking of you
Not the you
that you think you are
but any you
to fill a poem
I could leave it blank
Insert per your own ego
Be the star of a poem
The coffee is fresh
and I drink it black
There is a reason
I'm being so vague
and the real you
already knows it
and is probably smiling
and drinking his coffee
flavored with cream
SAINTLY
Back when he loved me
I could do no wrong
no matter how hard I tried
