tinderheart: October 2013

Monday, October 28, 2013

daybreak beckons
with creature stir and bird song,
earth exhale and morning dew

alligator breath
and rumpled sheets – my last born
grows much too quickly

just before daybreak –
starlight in my morning sky
tennis balls for fetch

put on my black lace panties
and paint my lips bright red,

when you wonder

what you’re missing
but make no effort to engage,

know this:

I would rather

sit across a crowded room
from a man I cannot touch,

a man who clearly sees me,

than next to you in our living room
and be ignored.

in the marketplace
of Morocco's Marrakech,
one finds more than fruit

Puerto Rican traffic –-
nothing to do
but blow our horns

the streets of Hong Kong --
cacophony of voices,
traffic jam of words