poetry

how we dance, Why Bother, Love Clothes

Let’s start with some poems I have written, and think are finished.

how we dance

body throwing crashing thrashing to the beat
of the drum of your heart pounding in your ears
bass bass pump up the volume fist pump in the air
this is how we dance raw bare

Why Bother

The hardest thing to ask a bird: Sit with me.
The hardest thing to ask a tree: Come with me.
The hardest thing to ask a waterfall: Wait for me.
The hardest thing to ask a wind: Let me hold you.
The hardest thing to ask of you: Make it me.

Love Clothes

I
Our love is like a dirty t-shirt. When you wash away the grime, you wash away the colour; Oh, and it fades in the sunlight.

II
Our love is like a pair of jeans; You have to break them in. We patch the holes that are too big and leave the ones that bring in some fresh air. They fit tight in some spots (places we want to accentuate) and loose in other spots (where we still want some mystery). Sometimes the fabric stretches out, but one dip in the water and a tumble in hot air makes them fit perfectly again. And over time, when they get old, you never want to part with them; They go so well with everything and have been with you everywhere.

(edited 22 Dec 09)