Monthly Archives: May 2016

May26

Ovarian Sweetness

Posted on May 26, 2016 by goldenstarpoetry

i see you
on the street
or with your head bowed low
and i think you made a joke.

i want you to be
perpetually smiling,
lost in laughter and
your bright shimmering teeth,
the sweetness of your mouth,
so familial,
so tender-warm-mine
(or was)

you cower
in the street
with your head bowed low
and i think to how
i owned
your sweetness
for a little while.

i am still stunned
when i think
how lucky could i be?
it was him
who wanted me;
him and his
ovarian sweetness.

(i am in love with love
my dear.
i just wasn’t in love with you.)

May23

18 days

Posted on May 23, 2016 by goldenstarpoetry

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all that is left
are the small things in my memory:
i remember you smiling
but that is all,
and i remember you smiling
but not very much.
i said hello,
you said give me some time.

May7

Three men of the same name (adendum)

Posted on May 7, 2016 by goldenstarpoetry

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the first:
i watched you like pricking up my ears
and i felt a monarch yellow when you
and your friends aplauded me.
i had the itch to tell you something that week,
but my friend laughed in the locker room and
told me why it was futlie.
now i understand
(or do i still wish you were my brother?)

the second:
there you are again
on the TV screen my darling
every day you wake up disgruntled
as you uncrumple another failed
script, because she said it
sounded good, baby, it sounded good.
i don’t blame her for sticking it
out with you until you
shyly let her in.
i tried doing the same but i had the wind
knocked out of me after that pure and simple joyring dance
around my room.

the third:
is an impressionistic painting
with a thousand tapestry strokes
and rainy dappled colors.
in my mind,
on the boardwalk of
surprise town
they showed and appraised you for
half of what you were.

May3

Things to be Greatful For

Posted on May 3, 2016 by goldenstarpoetry

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and breaks and faces and the
voices that are my favorite:
you have the
speaking voice of my cousin,
and he’s remarkably similar to
you (how very odd).
i noticed it last
year
(how funny that you should pick up
the ball so late,
but hell I don’t care! you’re
funny! and gosh your smile–)

I’m just happy i laughed to-
day,
laughed all the way to the
therapist’s office.