summer 2010

river

the red baloon
now
soars over an
indignant sunset-

where are you now?
( i miss your skin)
your gravity,
your love -

come back to me when
you are lonely
and know i did not
deceive

-----------------

dyshi

the air is thick.

we ride your motorcycle
through the
palpable winds of 71
north,
the engine hums and
roar
at different intervals,
and you reach back for me with
one hand,
as i let go of your side and
the seat -

the sun is racing us;
each mile you would check for me,
and i would
gingerly feel the
sweat of your spine in the billowy, hot space
and think of his face.

------------------------

honesty

am i
that transparent,
that vivid against a
lie?
that criminal,
that you couldn't give me,
your color
your world?

am i that
abrasive, that you couldn't
forget my name?