Gazing at the Moon in December

Wheeling freely singing words I care to remember,

she disengages my clutch with her smile

while I continue to press the accelerator

and realize sadly that we may never chance to get it in gear.

A Couple of Pleas #2

Let me touch you, please.

We’ve only such a short time together.

You’re as beautiful a human being as I’ve seen

and I’ll be so much better off if I can touch you.

Let me touch you.

I promise mine will be a warm hand.

In fact, my whole body will give you warmth

if you’ll share an embrace even.

Please let me touch you.

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Long abating love song,

I'm stirring hopeless fudge.

Not a Hung Jury

Marion, Karen, Sharon, and Pat,

Anne and Suzanne and Barbara sat

in the box padded comfortable cell

(complaining defendant had

broken their spell)

announcing their verdict

that he go to hell

as far as they’re concerned

BACK

A Couple of Pleas

Show me a smiling face, please. It’s easier to touch.

Look at me with your eyes shining,

then I can find you even in the dark.

Open your arms when I approach, please.

And enfold me as I enfold you, because

I much prefer conductive to radiant heat,

though I’ll settle for the latter if that’s all there is.

Where Oh Where

I can’t go ‘round the merry until my love comes home.

I can’t be picking daisies without her hand to hold.

I won’t be playing leapfrog

пока ни ей здесь нет.  

I Miss You

Too old to mind the pain.

Young enough to inflict it.

Human enough to feel it.

Smart enough to ignore it,

But not enough to make it go away.

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Please come and sit

beside this stone and me

while daylight warms around about us,

For soon the dark will overtake

and we will lose forever