Bed Spread

In the morning the light is pouring in
through the slits in the blinds
creating blurring splotches
fluid against the wall.

I can see only the shadowy silhouette
of my fingertips as they flow
over the knuckle mountains
and hand valleys lying across your chest.

You are slowly waking with one eye
skeptical as you see me lying beside you
smearing the line between
what I remember and what you forgot.

When Two Worlds Collide

The cloth lay on the table
innocent in its intentions
to become something amazing,
and it held within its fibers
the inspiration we needed.

My daughter, only six, asked me,
“Who controls the power of clothes?”
I answered, “You do.”

Soon, with a hungry anticipation
and an eye for design,
she dressed for Halloween
as a Recess Peanut Butter cup.

It was difficult to control
my urge to eat her up.