I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
