the hope...

hear my tears that are not wept
        this the only hope she kept
know the words left unsaid
        for to another was he wed

the dance remembered...

flawlessly moving on the floor
feeling i'd never danced before
floating in tune to the golden shore
finding love to explore

2009 gypsywoman

the paper love...

your image - the mere artificial image - preempts such a torrent of long-controlled emotion as to be overwhelming, sweeping into the yesterday of us when we were us - twinkling eyes that from the moment we met shined into my heart into the me of me and never blinked stare back now through the time of our parting and into my secret soul, the soul that exists only for you - the exuberant smile i so love the smile meant only for me now lovingly leaps from the slick page - your scruffy shadow penetrates through the paper onto my face touching in the old familiar way - bulging thick curls always askew in my wandering fingers beg to be coddled on paper - your breathing again matches mine - your smell the only fragrance my nostrils can bear - all these things - there - there on the surface of nothing more than a pile of rags diluted by the waters of cannot be and forced into the slick false surface remaining - colored with artificial inks - there you are - not just your essence - but the you of you - the you of us -

2009 gypsywoman

sorrow sweeping...

sorrow
sweeping
us
away
tears
keeping
that
bleakest
day
did
we
forget
i
could
not
stay
when
love
did
us
betray

the full moon...

the
full moon
comes
tonight
do you feel it
do you taste it
i feel only you
taste
only
you
only you