Nameless

My poem Nameless is featured here : Theresa Ruth Howard's blog my Body, my Image. Enjoy

Longing (Part I)

The day crashes
through the window.
Searing light slices
through our velvet
darkness, and the
warmth of our
embrace, and the
solace tucked between
our conjoined limbs,
and the comfort of our
solitude, forcing
our intertwined bodies
to peel apart. I try
to remain glued to you
forever but forever
is now gone...
as beautiful as
the sunrise is,
I sometimes wish
for its nonexistence.

 

Eaglet

the time has come…

mamma eagle,

stands mid

air, wings

flapping, eyes

fixating but

coaxing, pleading 

her eagle-

to-be

to step

beyond the

familiar nest:

to trust

her, to

surrender to

the air.

 

moments pass…

the eaglet

gets the

message and

steps forward,

trembling, on

to the

bristled edge,

lays it

self on

top the

wind—wings

stretched long

and wide—

and discovers

its strength

to fly.

Sam

Gangly and lengthy—
She knew from a young 
age She was different:
that She would travel
a different lover’s lane
than Her Mother. Her
Mother had one. She
would have none. When
She told Her Mother,
it was this dampened
dream She felt in Her
Mother’s (subtle)
disappointment.

…She wobbles
now in jean shorts,
cut-off- at-the-knee,
and combat boots—
the ones She wore
that disappointing
day; her hair: still
cropped short and
boylike; her face:
young and freshly
plumped; her frame:                      
lengthy, but plush—her
stomach...grows: a favor for
a friend whose womb is closed.