SOMETHING TINY

There is a tiny creature
I carry with me
Always
Just beneath my skin.

She moves through me
Of her own volition
Sometimes poised just below my eyebrow
Creating foggy moist heat
Blurring my vision
Pulling my line of sight
Away from whatever
Captured
My attention.

Occasionally, she burrows
Beneath my skin
On the back of my hand
Guiding my touch
Over softer moments
Or forcing action
From my palm
The slapping sound
Waking waves
Of warm ecstatic
Contact.

Knowing
What works.
Giving in
To the near
Stopping
Of time.

Then there are moments
When her magnificent weightlessness
All 97 pounds of her
Pulsates
Beneath my chest
And I want someone to reach
Deep inside of me
Pull her out
For all to see
As I carry her
Over my broad shoulder
To a safer place
Where tears
Embolden
Her freedom
And nourish
My racing spirit
As I kiss them
From her eyes.

~ for Tiny J, dark Tinkerbell ever flitting around my heart.
August 1, 2011, Big Bear City, C

FLIPPING THE HOURGLASS

Once I wrote,

‘Soul mates are a dime a dozen’

She thought I was being cute.

Now, I wait with 47 cents

On the table in front of me

Alone

The phone

Staring a hole in my discontent.

Three hundred pages

Of correspondence later

Pointed texts, endless letters,

Ribald transcriptions of phone sex

Chats

Exposure

Healing

Laughter

Angst

Learning

Shared perspective

Mystic longing

Gathering dust motes

Embellishing

The memory of

Yearning

With unneeded questions

The currency of unrequited

Co-existence.

Someday

Our story will be told

For now

I cling to it

With the fingers

Of a madman

Clawing at it’s radiant

Fuzziness

Desperate

For the sand

To not slip my grasp.

~ for Cami, August 1, 2011 - Big Bear City, 2 a.m.