History

sepia photos
memories of summerfields
slowly turn to dust

summer sky-
carousel music
on the pier

Spoons

I can feel you breathe
swaddled in my dead embrace
my arms paralyzed

a twin bed-
your pajamas
against my skin

afternoon sunlight-
an old man and his grandson
asleep on the floor

sunday mornings-
step stool by the sink
shaving together

Swim

well gone past midnight
swimming in the rain, lightning
off in the distance

scattered clothes-
midnight at the
swimming hole

Watching

the sky fades to black-
another episode down
with your hand in mine

crisp night air-
the pleiades
overhead

Shoreline

a weathered rowboat-
mooring line gently slapping
up against the dock

children jumping
from the pier-
lakeside

Independence

canons and mortars-
our patriotic fervor
lights up the night sky

fireworks
the dog hides
under my bed

Ash

a viking long boat
trailing ash and smoke floating
towards valhalla

central park-
cigar ashes on
the chess board

Seduction

red stiletto heels
peeking out from underneath
the hem of her skirt

silk stockings-
black lines trace
the curve of her calves

Lips

a wine glass empty
save for the mark your lips made
when kissing the rim

thick woolen socks-
a spark jumps
between our lips