Doubting Thomas

You stretch my exactitude
by trying me under a hundred names.
I wonder which is your favorite.

Because the things you can touch
are the only things you can believe,
You question my nudity.

You doubt me with your heart
for you can't trust me with your skin,
too far apart for your hand in mine.

Lock

The nights I replace street lights
with your face,
there are too many clouds
for stars.

Yet, I carry my wishes and keys
in the same pocket.

There is a door to you
I cannot open.

Flawless

You unearth my flaws
like one digs the shore
for sea shells.

They take so much space
I lose my place inside you
for 6 months every year.

You do your stuff,
you walk your path,
you work out your issues
never letting them become ours.

This is how you've been
taught to believe yourself flawless.

Semantic satiation

They say if you repeat a word
up to three times a second
for 15 seconds

that's enough for
the word to
lose its meaning.

You thought
it was too soon for me to feel anything,
you never truly believed it.

I add my love
to one hopeless sentence,

make it my last.

I find it hard these days
 to place it
in context.

September

September keeps stealing
the people I love away from me.

There has been too much heat
and too little shade these days.

You find neighbors in their porches
talking politics and having lemonade.

We now plant people like trees.
They grow arms as long as branches

which still fail to touch the clouds
but make great hangers for hopes.

Bring the canary back into the house by nightfall.

- says your last note

forgiving the creature for it cannot sing.
This is the lesson you leave us.