I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
......
Brush—
the graze of your arm,
with intention and love,
woven into a subtle kiss on my shoulder with every stride—
side by side.
Your smile—
how gentle!
Gleaming brighter than the sun.
Warming my heart far greater than heat on my skin in the midst of Tennessee summer.
......
As birds do in the serenity and majesty of sunset skies,
Some lose their inherent passion to roam.
So, we danced amid candlelight and the fireflies;
We did so when Harry came home.
His European adventure at an end,
After searching, after seeking hither and yon,
World traveler with a homeward trend,
At ease with shiny wood, pastel chiffon.
......
tunefully tousling
where I go you shall follow
summertime caress
Die Sonne sinkt langsam,
ein letzter goldener Strahl berürht das Feld.
Die Luft steht still,
schwer von Wärme und blassem Duft
der Gräser.
Vögel schweigen,
nur das leise Rascheln der Blätter bleibt.
Am Horizont färbt sich der Himmel
in ein tiefes Orange,das bald verblasst.
......
Die Sonne sinkt langsam,
ein letzter goldener Strahl berürht das Feld.
Die Luft steht still,
schwer von Wärme und blassem Duft
der Gräser.
Vögel schweigen,
nur das leise Rascheln der Blätter bleibt.
Am Horizont färbt sich der Himmel
in ein tiefes Orange,das bald verblasst.
......
I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
......
As Thyself
The grass is getting greener, incomparable on either side.
Observe—they're different shades, nonetheless a beautiful palette to the naked eye.
Trees, still leafless, and allergy season has yet to arrive.
If I could, I'd wait outside, watching springtime breathe everything back to life.
We don't have to talk politics, and I've seen conflicting values break friendships.
We don't have to talk at all; just sit here with me in the quiet.
If you'd like to play some tunes, you can throw on the playlist we made for me and you.
Oh how I love comfortable silence, and how I miss lakeside sunset views for two.
......
Brush—
the graze of your arm,
with intention and love,
woven into a subtle kiss on my shoulder with every stride—
side by side.
Your smile—
how gentle!
Gleaming brighter than the sun.
Warming my heart far greater than heat on my skin in the midst of Tennessee summer.
......
I won't lie about the messes I've made,
And I can't help but to fiddle with love's blade.
One day I'll face my mistakes and man up my afraid,
But as for now, I'll let my summer waste away.
I won't cry because it fosters emotional haze,
And I can't hide from the fun in a game of chase.
It might not be today that I visit with my okay,
Instead, I'll keep stumbling into self-induced heartache.
......