Category Archives: Love

After Three and a Half Days

Self-conscious after surgery, and moreinclined to stay inside than normally(although he’s always liked his bedroom floorand often opts to play internally),I spent some hours in his company,in talk as usual and loving play.I don’t claim that the cure was purely … Continue reading →

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Preference

About your love I’m not competitive.This friendship has to have some room for me.Our conversation’s argumentative,and seldom now includes affinity.You sort yourself and so refuse to bedynamic – you won’t grow or even bend.And lately you refute our history.I think … Continue reading →

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Judgment from a Childless Friend

Although we didn’t plan the pregnancy,we welcomed it with pride and gratitude.And 8 months later, we learned how to beengaged in work more vital than we dreamed –an unremitting labor: infancyto kid to teen, unglamourous and tough.Of course there were … Continue reading →

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You Pay No Mind

You pay no mind to syllables I speak,although you know I’ve never been inclinedto harness language in a vain technique.You pay no mind. What would it cost? The coin’s not hard to find.The only type of currency I seekis presence, … Continue reading →

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Who Makes the Coffee

Unsexy wrestling matches, tacit, vain, like who worked harder, who dealt with more stress,became a common thread, a dull refrainthat thrummed beneath domestic busyness.What once had been good talking and directcommunication, clouded with subtext.The friendship love had led us to … Continue reading →

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A Good Call

Among the birthday messages and calls(appreciated, sure, but like a listto monitor, who’d sooner dance in thrallsof solitude, by words and puzzles blissed),the hour spent with one who wasn’t missed,the paramour from 50 years ago,then twice-refused, a different row to … Continue reading →

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A Palm Upon the Back

A staggered walking shuffle after stroke,a toddler’s drunken stumble to a chair,a tentative attempt when someone spokeon subjects sensitive, with urgent care,all beg for some encouragement, and sharea need for help developing a knack.I can’t imagine any act more fairthan … Continue reading →

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A Safe Hate

There will be times a growing person hates –occasions of confusion or ill will,when anger fills the heart and no debatescan settle feelings mixed and poised to spill.A child’s ego grows and separates,and needs to learn to handle well and … Continue reading →

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An Incompatible Metaphor

When we were young and lovely, and in love,and trying to identify the waysthat we were similar, as if to shoveconclusions we’d be soulmates all our days,we little noticed difference in the hazethat passion wove around us and between.We didn’t … Continue reading →

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Our Fatuous Phase

Now I can tell you’re irritated too –you wisely try to alter how we speak.But saying “I won’t go there” will not do,unless you modify your own techniqueof blurting statements generating piqueor begging a response that won’t concur.We’re on the … Continue reading →

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