Wounded

against my interests-
I trade away my future
in lieu of my soul

a piercing gaze-
my breast
laid bare

Music

fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano

milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music

Abuse

covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch

black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm

Coffee

invading my dreams-
the warm aroma drifts in
through my bedroom door

warm pajamas-
a steaming mug
on my nightstand

Weekend

saturday morning-
I fall back to sleep, your kiss
drying on my lips

the bedroom door-
your pillow
still warm

Meditation

cross legged in the grass-
the morning sun dawns over
a new cairn of stone

balancing rocks-
my mind clear
for now

Midnight

deceptive shadows-
I make my way back to bed
the hall light left on

moonlight on the floor-
I check again
under her bed

First Date

deep mahogany-
my smile as you ease over
the worn brown leather

your auburn hair-
easy small talk
over peanuts

Tryst

the dimly lit booth-
a small guttering candle
spills it’s meager light

two martinis-
your foot on
my bar stool

Barbershop

the snick of scissors-
years of her identity
in piles on the floor

afternoon rain-
the buzz of gossip
and razors