Foxes and Magnolias

Poetry for keepsakes, for longing, for letting go.

Boys

Too many boys are in love with me.

Why do they love me

like that?

I wish I could love them like that

too.

Language

Last night we began

to come up with a language of touch.

One finger means this,

two means that,

three- us or we.

I wonder how full our dictionary will be

by the time we are 80,

still touching each other.

Tribe

A little tribe:

you,

my dog,

me.

Every Morning

You said,

I want to wake up every morning with you

like this.

 

Ok, I said.

Slowly

I wish time would wait,

let us have mornings together,

slowly, daily.

Girl Talk II

You walked away and she asked,

Is that your man?

watching the way you move.

 

I can’t claim you as anyone but your own,

but nodded, smiled,

as though to say,

We belong together.

Girl Talk

My friend said,

I like him.

I like the way you talk about him.