This is where I post my poems that have been published in print and on-line journals. This is also where I curate a collection of previously published poems I admire and, beginning in January 2018, the Galleywinter Poetry Series - a poetry series composed of previously unpublished poems solicited by yours truly. Enjoy!
Monday, December 23, 2013
More and more now, my chest seeps full
with the tender melancholy of satisfaction.
It feels like breathing hot apple cider
or the warm slide of honey through my veins.
It encapsulates me like the wispy amber haze
of being almost all the way glad.
There are times when I resist its soothing,
fearful of there someday being a last time
and a serrated opening of half-healed wounds
from long before we escaped the heat together
in lawn chairs along the Santiam and you let me
touch the soft skin of your thigh after letting me taste
the softer skin of your lips in the cold, cold water
that was not so cold. There was a wafting just then
of what I think is called happiness and I was not afraid.
There was nothing that did not change with those kisses,
those caresses, your pressing yourself into the realization
that my drawing you closer was me giving everything away.