In darkness I will squeeze
to keep my hold on you.

In light I will bottle
the glint from your eyes.

I will keep it
in my pocket

and know the warmth
is ours.

Over time it will become sand:
an hourglass in which will keep
the deep, ancient secret of the ocean:

love has no boundaries which cannot be breathed


(originally published in White Ash Literary Magazine)


Palm Springs

 we rode bikes            laughing

   the sun         pedals woof          wild

index fingers             pointed mountaintops
    hiking         heat       in flip  -  flops

    canopy games            spilled blue      ink
blueing                       the vodka pool 

   on    your    knees     you    told     me 
it was too early            
		  you like    to be    teased

That was                          
				 all we had.

(originally published in S/WORD - Issue #5)