a place to place
wet drippy con den sa tion
stain ing all the fur ni ture
remove it and that
is a mark you can never get rid of
a ring
a scar
for all your friends to see

I am at the sea, uninvited and frantic
To be one with it like Mississippi with Atlantic
standing all alone  undecided and uncertain
Like the unaccustomed soul of a man

Perplexed with its charming mischief
of swelling heavy, harsh and rough
I am at its mercy of finding a clue
When at times it is boisterous
With white crests but serene
Often calm and blue

The tread wind gets into my blood
fills with an impatience
for the unknown
Billows stretching around
Causing forget the vanishing youth
yearning a desire for life
But the Sun setting at the horizon

Fleecy clouds at the far end
A sense of sand and mound
Only some melancholy gulls around
Nothing more but a desolation, brooding
It is an empty desert
With a vague foreboding ?

I find your chest in the clouds
Your torso is made of cumulonimbus
For you are as powerful as the strongest raincloud.

Your eyes are created with moonbeams
And I will soon have your hands in the stars.
The wind will create your body and push it,
Tight, forming to mine.

Your voice is not the thunder, or wind
But the rich hum of the smoldering sun,
Warm, intense.
Your footsteps come closer, quickly
Softly stepping as that same sun through the clouds.

You are the earth and the atmosphere
You live in yellow grass and rain
(For see, that's the landscape inside me)
The breeze through these hills is the breath from your heart
And when it touches me,
I know it can only be you.

I stood in the sun
and thought of you
and of my junebug heart.
It clings on, unshakable,
even after it’s death.

And you like that about me,
my junebug heart that is.
You think you have one too.
I know that you don’t.
Yours is fleeting.

One Day
I’ll be more than your maid
I’ll be more than your cook
I’ll be more than your nanny

One Day
I’ll be more than your go to girl
I’ll be more than your friend
I’ll be more than your convenience

One Day
I’ll be more than your outlet
I’ll be more than your slave
I’ll be more than your lover

One Day
I’ll be more than your toy
I’ll be more than your broken heart
I’ll be more than your puppet

One Day
I’ll be happy
I’ll be loved
I’ll be true

One Day
Someone will love me
For who I am
And not for what I do

One Day
This hole in my heart
Will be filled with joy
I will know no more hurt

One Day
I’ll be happy
I’ll be happy
One Day