12/31

There is a sense of place, 
that I have found sweet and best,
quiet, leaving barely but a trace 
where love may now must rest.
Each close, touching yet graced apace,

Tucked in gently beneath my heart.
Mine for you and yours for me,
counterpoint, counterpart,
love placed so, set to softly carry
my soul sustained as I impart:

from my thoughts far you will never be
Having sought, and found this revered lee

12/24

Pentimento

You wrote for my eyes 
I miss you always.
I read and reread that, 
Cry or smile?  do both. 
and, miss you as well.

Never imagined this life,
I’d live so alone
Where once I shared
All within your arms

we both knew
love gives no
Guarantees of forever

Yet I
choose: remember

Love 

12/16

I have leaned
against the length
of your body,
wanting more.

Leaned resting there,
into your warmth,
anchored,
letting my own body
drawn, 
soften into
along yours.

I have leaned in,
whenever seeing you,
into the idea of us, 
just,
leaned in simply
for the nearness
of you.

I have leaned
yearning, asking 
for, wishing
to give more

Leaned so far
equilibrium 
skewed 
past center, 
yet I could,
would, with you
lean far.

I have leaned,
counterweight,
desired to meld,
held 
for you,
in balance,
counterbalance,

I have leaned,
trusting the fulcrum 
made between only
two points

12/4

Dusk’s treetops gold-tipped,
as you once brightened my days,
sunset hues recalled
past sorrows -small, stupendous-
to where life is still sweet.

12/1

What ever do I know?
standing by an ocean inlet,
sun off the turbulent currents,
not much. particularly about love,
I am out of practice.

nor have the knack,
a sea scorer paddles 
hard and slowly past.
diving in and out

making better headway 
than I am.
sun sparking off 

turbulent currents
making headway. 

undercurrents