Thursday, May 26, 2011
Sweet, sweet smile
You're a slow ride down a country mile.
You're the smell of apple pie to the blind.
You're the last light on a July western sky.
You're the center of the watermelon,
You're a sweet, sweet smile.
-- Martha Scanlan
Monday, May 23, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Con-Fused
"Dearest, when you go,
You take me with you."
The notion, so sweetly cliche.
In practice, so shockingly raw.
My love turned to fear.
I didn't feel it happen.
Was there a moment,
While I was sleeping,
When my senses abandoned
My body for yours?
Without you I waver and bend.
Confused. Unfused.
Like my magnet has lost true north.
Or could it be that I now point
To a truer north.
You take me with you."
The notion, so sweetly cliche.
In practice, so shockingly raw.
My love turned to fear.
I didn't feel it happen.
Was there a moment,
While I was sleeping,
When my senses abandoned
My body for yours?
Without you I waver and bend.
Confused. Unfused.
Like my magnet has lost true north.
Or could it be that I now point
To a truer north.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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