Archive for January, 2014


Each night I hear the blare

of your horn, the rumble

of your weight, heavy like a snore

habitual in the darkness; but

if one evening, the din vanished

 I would miss the thought of you

lumbering along the stillness, colliding

into the silent drift of my dreams



Always wanted to please

but please don’t take

all of me, leave

something to me

that leaves me someone

who still wants to please