Eve Rounds

we three

they rest on the surface of me
granting my entry into the most sacred of places
a surprising density with neither mass nor saturation
i wake every day to watch them settle in
more and more and more please more
one a tight fold into contemplation
two a delicate containment bursting about the skin
three an assertive grip at its most vulnerable expression
i am strengthened by the safety you have given me
you are my anchor in the tonle sap and throughout the dry season
my botanical acolyte
my parents

Twins

It isn’t easy being a twin.   Others considered us as one two-part person,  while our parents saw,  in our conspiring, four or more.  

should.

dark morning darkness woke up crying i now embrace the word should. it’s a simple truth. my dad should be with me on my   

27 days ago

i lost you so suddenly too suddenly your blue eyes in a constant state of near tear because you loved life giving us so much

haiku ish

in this direction waves break to the right of me reversing my own current

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your ……. face against the bruised air between my quiet mind and the raging storm …. panic .. desire …….. pain and wishful logic slowly …