Monthly Archives: February 2013


Go home
leave me be
go home
to your life–
your wife, your playmates, your toys
your grown up games
my heart can’t play

take back your fantasies
of us
the romantic, sweet
hungry, fevered
passionate, rough
everything I need
and I will never have

take back your love
(un)believably genuine
unmet, unfulfilled
ultimately pointless

I am weary, dear
give me
one last pleasure–
go home


The prompt for this week’s Poetics at dVerse “The Art of Letting Go” reminded me of this poem I wrote last year. The weariness one feels the moment before letting go… Enjoy.



If you can feel me,
feel me now
If you can hear me,
hear me as your own thought
look up, look around
for I am

standing in an open field
parched, scrubby weeds
scorched by short shadows
arms wide
come to me
to me

but the world recedes
you recede
and vastness surrounds me

I am left
every time she comes for you
I am left
and left

if you can hear my cries
in your unguarded dreams,
my silent pleas, tight,
behind my tongue
hear me now

but I am receding
every time she comes for you
there is less
and less
of me.


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