Category: Poetry

Joker’s Wild

my lips have gotten larger
my eyes smaller …
memory re-weaving my face

The wisdom I have achieved with middle age smacks of hypocrisy
The little pearls I have strung along my necklace of experience
proving to be mere costume…

Exhaustion

exhaustion,

You look beautiful tonight.

Candlelight is so forgiving.

Pecking at your food becomes you. It serves the haunted hollows of your eyes, your cheeks … thinly veiled.  Tiny veins peeking through, hungry for love.

I love holding your hand.