Bald as love

Because I could not wash you out

I couldn't wash you out my hair

My hair I chopped it off my head

My head I shaved to a bald shine

They swept the hair across the floor

Across the floor into a pile

A pile they threw out with the trash

The trash: love's final resting place

And in the mirror I thought I saw

I saw you turn and walk away

Away from me and so I turned

I turned and walked the other way

Third leg

Sometimes I lie awake

Blinking in the semi-darkness

Listening to the even breathing

Wondering, "Where did you go?"

My mind is restless

Searching through memories

Trying to piece together the clues

it comes upon me

and suddenly

I feel like I just woke from a coma

and the sense that I cannot account for a chunk of my existence

makes me shiver with emotion

like a prisoner in a horror movie

who just noticed a third leg

I remember that young girl

And if we ever meet

I'd like to ask,

"What happened to you to make you me?"

Windowseat

There is no sight more enchanting than you, sitting in a windowseat

head bent over a book, bathed in the light of the setting sun.

My eyes fell upon you, caressing you with wonder, seeing

not just the present but the possible, glorious future. Various

scenes consisting you, or me and you, or us with

others. In an instant my hopes and dreams crystallized

into technicolor, flashing in my mind, dazzling

me with their beauty and reality. Until I found myself

reaching out to touch ...

Your voice brought me back to here and now. Your

smile drew me into the magical spotlight the sun

shone on you and I stepped into the circle, ready

to be enfolded in you. Forever.