You make me want to be musical
I yearn to be a sonnet in motion for you
to be lyrical in step
a sexy, up-tempo beat
& the sway of my hips a sonata
that has *all* the right notes to get fires burning

I want to be a graceful strain
lulling out across rippling fields of green
on the special "Nature Compilation"
Smooth, soothing
evoking the Emerald Isle & still waters

One day I'll be a Christian tune
a equal harmony
lilting, I'll climb the scales with admirable surety

You inspire poetry
and the desire for
to be
in my heart.

Lost

What?
Who me?
oh nothing; I'm fine
really
just thinking about my friend again
Which one?
Doesn't surprise me you haven't seen her around
in a bit, in a long time
In a very long time, I'll concede

Oh, I'm sorry for the silence
just reflecting on exactly what, where and when
went wrong
Something had to, right?

Useless questions, I know.
these things are grease under the nails
the undetectable crick in the floorboard.

It's nothing, really.

Coal

I met the eyes of those who did not like me
a flare, a flame
a coal turned over.

blind
Though I am
I travel with eyes wide open

Life never ends.
 the greatest of its cruelties
when the path narrows
hardens under burdened feet
the pastures long past

Nothing & everything
is seen to me.

I leave every mark I might make in the world
because I have no sight to tend it
to keep it from shifting under dust

'O' Spirit all of me away
wind & rock are the same to me
kindness irrelevant, when the same touch of apathy

Author's Comments
I know this is weird, but it was written in a spur of the moment, listening to a blind, Asian woman sing on a program I was watching.