Nothing Else


today might be described
as brain weary drink a lot
of water day

I’ve gotten half of things
half done and the other
half not done at all

my focus was gone
earlier and now the
day is gone

as I sit here recovering
from a few days of
high activity

and my massage today
I noticed some oil
still on my arms

immediately I thought
of you and that it is
your touch I long for

nothing else

Only More


what if I could write poetry
to you and little else

what if texting was illegal
with fines and stuff

what if cell phones and
all electronics were defunct

what if I was here and you
were there was permanent

what if I jotted down another
zillion more deterrents

my resolve to know you would
only grow until I was no more

my resolve to love you could
never be less only more

Unpunctuated


it’s a holiday
I wasn’t going
to write today

but as the day
wore on I knew
I had to tell you

one more time
that I love you
which is so true

I don’t have the
words for it and
there is so much

I was aching to
tell you that
I wouldn’t let

anything stand
in my way even
punctuation

I didn’t want to
pause to think or
pause to fuss or

stop to examine
no I love you
more than our

love apart can
feel can say can do
can think or fathom

our love is such
that nothing can
stop it our love

is who we are and
words can’t explain
it what can keep us

apart it is like trying to
keep light from the day
or dark from the night

in its simplest form or
at its most complex it
will always be the

uncut version of our
lives the truth of who
we are and love

this unfathomable
life of ours that is
a forever love at its

best unpunctuated

Nutella and You


Maybe it was because
I had my first acupuncture
in my life yesterday.

Or maybe it was because
I was in a hurry before my
eleven o’clock.

I was a little sore, but not
as overall achy to the point
of distraction because I

hadn’t experienced this little
pain in years. As soon as my
eyes opened, I was thinking

of you this morning. I started
coffee. Didn’t know what I
wanted for breakfast.

I was thinking of you, not
breakfast. So, I threw two
pieces of bread in the toaster.

Totally out of my normal
breakfast routine, I grabbed
an ultrathin slice of sharp

cheddar; didn’t feel like
slicing anything. Washed
a frying pan. Coffee signaled.

Toast popped up. I usually
know what I want for breakfast
before I start and zip through

it in control. Today, no control.
Feelings. I’ve snapped. You are
totally with me as I tried to

make breakfast. Toast was a
mechanical response to my
my mind, heart, and soul being

off the planet and this odd crazy
sensation of not being in as
much pain. Still in pain, but

energy that is new. So, at first I
thought I wanted peanut butter.
but as I opened the pantry door,

I didn’t feel like peanut butter.
It seemed like the toast was
staring at me wondering what

was taking me so long. So, I
grabbed the Nutella which I
hadn’t had since my last oatmeal.

Some black coffee and my usual
seat at the kitchen table. Took a
sip and a bite. It seemed like the

sweetness of the Nutella combined
with you. It was just Nutella and
you. My deep thoughts of you

exceeded the small pleasure of
Nutella on toast. A surprise good
morning text exchange brought

Nutella and you to a new level!
We didn’t expect to connect today
as it was your hair-on-fire, out-the-

door day. But we did. We had a short
impromptu call. Who would believe
me if I told them I had a touch of true

love on toast with just Nutella and you?

You Know


I introduced the romantic notion
of an airport kiss.

You know.

The type of thing you’d expect to
see in a romantic comedy on the
big screen.

You know.

She lands in a snow storm. He is
waiting where he can see them
all deplane.

At the last minute he thought it’d
be cute to bring a name sign like
they do in the movies.

The door opens. People stir. It
takes a minute or two before
anyone appears.

He sees her. She looks around. Her
eyes stop when she sees the sign
handwritten in black marker,

“COOKIE.”

She smiles and their eyes meet.

You know.

We joked about an airport kiss
while deep down inside we were
secretly wondering if we’d

ever meet again someday.

You know.