POETRY - The Calla Lily

The Calla Lily

A Calla Lily

folds upon itself.
One single perfect petal
circles
the phallus, the stamen.

Intertwines him

with perfect longing
and he dusts her with
a golden shower.

POETRY - Last Night's Moon

Last Night's Moon

Last night the moon

chased the sunset away.
Pillows of gray and purple
were laced with
the gold of the moon.

POETRY - Art Is Breath

Art Is Breath

Art is breath.

My lungs take baby steps,
tiny breaths of fear.
It feels right, good.
Air in
words out.
Deeper breaths
fear replaced by joy.

Oxygen to my mind

thoughts quicken
my fingers trembled.
I pick up the pen.
The lace that I draw
words today
tangles tomorrow
the line that turns
to a leaf, a flower.

I thank my God

for breaths today.
For the thoughts
he gives me.
For the words that
tumble from my mind
to my pen, my lips.

POETRY - His Fingertips

His Fingertips

His fingers so wide

I cannot slip mine
between.

So I hang onto the tips.

Smile, happy inside.

He curls around

enfolds my hand.
I am cocooned
safe for the day.

When I have grieved enough

he will open that hand
and let me soar.

POETRY - Beneath My Skin

Beneath My Skin

My emotions are just

beneath my skin.

My body barely able

to contain them.

What happens

if they escape
take wing?

Poetry - The Women

The Women

The women live

up and down
the street.
Each has a box
with a door.


They sell themselves.
They buy a chance.
They –
     bargain
          steal
               hope
                    pray
for the best.

They want –

      pretty
          soft
               safe.


Sometimes they win.
More often –
     slapped down
          bit
               chewed up
                    spat out
by those
designed to protect.

The women

continue to give.
Each generation,
each culture,

knead their bread.
Finds the food
to fill their bellies.

They take to their

beds. Want passion
and softness.
Some win,
get to sleep in
his arms, safe
through the night.

Some not so lucky.

Wam Bam
Thank You Ma'am.
Or worse –
     hit
          bit
               torn apart.

Lie in confusion,

in despair.

They gave it all.
Tried to hold
on to their souls.
But some gambled,
lost that too.