Addiction

a candle and spoon-
the bare bulb above her head
casts a harsh shadow

on the corner-
slowing headlights
catch the rain

Awake

I crawl into bed
too tired to fall asleep
reliving the day

a warm breeze-
awake in my bed
paralyzed

Over

watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting

blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep

Shock

ringing in the night –
hearing the sound of your voice
I fall to my knees

silent crickets-
two marines stand
in my doorway

Nothings

softly spoken words
meant for only you to hear-
whispers by your neck

our wedding duvet-
my open heart by
your sleeping ear

Lightning

a cool cloudy night-
the horizon aglow with
fingers of lighting

dry lightning-
fire licks the walks
of the arroyo

Candles

warm and supple light-
long trails of candle wax drip
and pool on the floor

candlelight-
shadows buffeted
by the wind

Stone

in a farmer’s wall
amid the moss and loose stones
frogs sing in the night

crickets-
rain traces
stone to stone

Memories

in the dark shadows
cobwebs cling to memories
of a distant past

winter stubble-
remnants of
my father

Fog

as the fog rolls in
skeletons of spectral trees
fade into the night

foggy evening-
gnarled branches
scratch at my window