True North

We go together
like buttermilk and bourbon.
I'm a mossy girl
from both sides of the tree.
You can slip your fingers in the folds
of my map
or spin my compass.
You'll never find true north with me.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

Firefly

Firefly, firefly
caught in a Mason jar.
Firefly, firefly
the night only goes as far

as the glass
you can't get past
no matter how you flicker.
The glass
you can't get past
though you flicker on and on.

I can candle you some company.
I can firelight you a friend.
I can coax a star to share its shine
or invite the moonlight in.

But all you ask
is broken glass
with every flicker.
So I fade back
into the black
and watch until your flicker's gone.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Experiments With Kissing

We experimented with kissing
in every patch of shade,
combining and twining our elements and tongues
into an alchemy of almost

that left me trembling
above you like a cesarean sky
and begging you
to break the water.

But, you were scared of storms
and always fled me
for the safety, shelter, and shackles

of respectable,
God-fearing
drought.

A Nerudan style sonnet for Kerry's mini-challenge at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

Touring Holland

via Photobucket

"Don't all these tulips

make you want to stick your finger in a dyke?"

Baby giggles hot and wiggles hotter,

but I just let the comment pass.

She always turns to sassafras and ass

to get past

my evidence of God.

For Hannah's prompt at Real Toads

Baggage

Disney was "Dumbo or die!"
Here, we quest for dragons at dawn.

For me, a vacation
is just a change of location
since my obsessive inclinations
tag along.

For Words Count at Real Toads