on frost and dissipating

like Steven’s man in the snow
it takes a long time in the cold,
to know the sharp crisp edges of isolation
the echoing emptiness of alone

your red lips moving
formed obsolete letters
words of language lost,
I heard only sentences sublime

your hands pulled me
in from the cold–breath warm
enough to melt my frost

I slipped out the back door,
walking away
into the frostbitten night

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quantum theory of sorts

The mud from the deep puddle
splattered on my pants
clear up to the knee
when your foot slipped
off the wet cement curb
this morning at 3am

You were dashing
between there and there
a driven look
encircling the Y-shaped scar
between your eyes

missing any context
one would assume –
you were trapped
between two alternate universes
the destination unknown
until you’ve made your choice

one regret

sheets of rain
throbbing against the window

I’m remembering …
the umbrella you gave me
was in the backseat
when you drove away

crocus

velveted petals
opening for my purview
offer a glimpse of
pale stamen thrusting upward
covered in yellow pollen

haiku

early daffodils
blackbirds blanketing the lawn
still expecting snow

sediment

reminders come as wisps of
coffee, Colgate

French press, porcelain cups
left to cool over conversation
oak-stained tables,
the rings left behind

I knew I would love you
from the first slide
of my tongue ‘cross your teeth
gritty with minty freshness

I believe
the dregs always
are slightly bitter

we once shared

a bottle of wine from Mendoza-
homemade ravioli
with a vodka cream sauce

Coltrane softly wailing
the flicker of candlelight

lips whispering
against the faint bumps
of my spine

the sheets blushed
with sunrise
as you slip out of bed