Archive | April 2021

Buckle on the Leather Belt

I had dreams
of being
bright
a shining
gold
glimmering
mark
of distinction
yet your
raised arm
and downward
swings
left impressions
of me
raw and red
and through
the years
their childhood
memories
tarnished
any dreams
I had
any dreams
they had
so dark
in the closet
we all cry.

Language of Love

I grieve
for the loss
of a mother’s
embrace
the kiss
on the forehead
the rest
of a rough hand
on my shoulder
the bristled edges
of a corrective
rebuke
where shouts
to get out
disguise
her desire
that the sun
will heal me
hold me
warm me
kiss me gently
when she
can not.