Our claim

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Come for me

when the lawn mower is still and cold

resting in its shed as cats prowl with mocking yawl

a world colored black and white by moon shows nothing

of her earthly devour

when heady in day she is every which way a gala of color

scolding you for your down turned mouth

though it would look beautiful in a painting vast in yellow

I would place you next to a vase

and grow wings on your scars

come for me

when leaning out the window I call your name

from one continent to the other can you hear me?

I feel somehow the tremble on this light thimble of pain

connecting us as if we were both sharing

the same space

and though we are not if I call loud enough

you may hear my migrating entreaty

come for me

as once you did and everything hurtful momentarily stopped

like a razor losing its sharp

like a hand paused before slap

I ran fast from my callous

and found you hanging upside down by your knees

eating late damsons

careless of boxes meant for our capture

you said

take a page out of my book

I never ironed myself straight

I kept my curls hidden just in case

one day they should stop needing shoes

and we can return

two by two

set over the ocean

arcing in gain

I will find you

I will sight the land

glistening in

our claim

37 thoughts on “Our claim

  1. This is quite astounding. I had the feeling that the characters transformed into birds half way through, but this is probably my misreading your complexity. Anyway it got me thinking.

  2. Oh dear Dave I can be very sentimental and maudlin! but I am glad you caught me on a day I was not guilty of either! (phew!) I do dig deep this is true! that’s why I suck at small talk! thank you so much for reading and your support and encouragement xo

  3. Relationship perhaps meant to be and known to be on a spiritual level already in existsance. You leave us with a sense of wonder and longing
    ….for something we don’t have. Thank you!

  4. You don’t do kitsch, to my knowledge, and I’ve read lots of your poems. Most sentiment seems to come from psychopaths or their victims these days. Did I just say that out loud? I also fail the small talk test, by the way …

  5. I love this, especially these sections:

    “I would place you next to a vase
    and grow wings on your scars”

    “I ran fast from my callous
    and found you hanging upside down by your knees
    eating late damsons”

    “I never ironed myself straight
    I kept my curls hidden just in case”

    Also, I saw a post about how you don’t get as many comments on your poems about lesbian love. I just want you to know that I devour those as well; I just don’t always comment on everything. I’ve never read a poem of yours that I wasn’t completely captivated by.

  6. ha ha ha! love it! i fail the small talk test that’s a good one i need that! yes i try not to do kitsch that’s true, well maybe it’s true, depends how we define sentiment?

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