a person looks
to the night sky
and sees stars
a poet looks
to the night sky
and sees a graveyard
of light
how horrible the heart of a poet
our burden a tragedy
of things beautiful
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Tag: Stars
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parting my lips
i am not
an easy person to love
yet he does it with aplomb
this man who makes the sun
rise and set
by parting my lips with his
slowly
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astronomy
when
i’m with him
all my stars are out
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every star
i don’t know
how much time
we will have together
but i hope it’s enough
to count
every star
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night would soon own us
i knew night
would soon own us
the way his eyes
slid down
my dress
as i gasped up
toward stars
there are truths in the stars
i cannot tell him with words
circumstance a circus
inexplicable eventualities
why i become sick
when i travel away
why my eyes are amber secrets
he will learn
we exist in a theatre of fleeting hearts
lost moments wind swept
as sure as
this poem will drown in a pool of tears
a stone sunk to the bottom
of a forgotten day
the bedroom curtains
would be left open
upon my insistence
.
framed with clinging frost
to better gaze into the late evening sky
.
sure Santa Claus would find
his way through my stars
.
as i watched intently
from beneath
my Cabbage Patch Doll comforter
only to fall
fast asleep
listening for reindeer sleigh bells
.
not knowing
.
life is never what it seems
.
but exactly
what lies within
the human heart
.
may yours be filled
with love and hope
this happy Christmas night
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starlight
we were
front porch of the bar
refugees
escaping the after midnight noise
and creeping stench of miller high life
seeking a rock
elevated enough
to smoke a cigarette
upon sitting
he insisted i should wrap myself in his coat
to take away the chill
of late september
he kissed the spot deemed sacred
in my hairline
then asked
Baby, did you know the stars don’t really twinkle? Atmospheric conditions block the light from reaching are eyes intermittently and create the illusion of twinkling light.
i remembered that night
yesterday afternoon
as i taught my circle time enraptured students
about the universe
the milky way galaxy
and a mnemonic device for recalling
the names of all nine planets
pluto still exists in my classroom
and for a moment
so did my love for you
as joey left holding hands
asking his father
Guess what Miss Alicia taught me today? Stars don’t really twinkle! It’s an atmospheric interruption of light…
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constellations
he leans back into the skyline
surrounding the rooftop bar
dean martin sly
mambo king beautiful
holding court beside me
in his leather chair
nursing ancient scotch
smoking romeo y julieta cigars
his eyes follow the curves of my legs up to my eyes saying,
“not yet, baby, not yet…”
to which i reply,
“no, saint augustine will not be seeking salvation tonight…”
he is stunned by my perfect understanding
and realizes we are dangerous together
particularly to his wife
penitent and bleeding
uttering,
“we would have been a love story in another life”
i agree
bending to kiss him silently
before walking down the stairwell
made from another god’s sky
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my bedroom
16 X 20 acrylic on canvas
