Yawns. Stifled, heads
Half-turned
To protect
The host’s ego. It isn’t really
Boring, being here,
The music
Too loud,
Like the laughter,
The dress.
(Bright birds
On black silk, the women
In weird shapes
Or colors
That shriek)
But
We could be home
Alone
With the night,
Enfolded
In sighs—
Instead
The yawns
Come on, forcing themselves up
Like chasms too wide
To bridge
With easy social grace.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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