All that time away
And I haven’t thought of anything
To post

Your part of me is dead.
Only my part of you is alive.

I've said her eyes had
the color of a madness shade
of blue.
That's not true.
They are the color of
love and angels, and
eternal spring.
Her eyes sing of
motherhood and light rain.
The sun shines through them-
a tepid pool that I
want to jump in and swim;
back float through the
daisies and spilled juice,
through the ravens-
all the way to heaven.

Aphrodite's halo
cast in stone
a marble Jar broken
mystical tokens
like Jimmy's guitar
essence of the soul
have spoken.

once you’ve lived
with a cat or two
any item in the periphery -
a towel, a purse, a sock
becomes a still creature,
silently watching