There are so many hollow places
that feel the lack of you.
I want you like water,
fill me up,
make me a waterfall,
creating hollow places in my travels.
poem-questions and answers March 23, 2016
Long drive
side by side
time to ask the big questions
muse on what was and what will be.
Long drive
side by side
time to hear the answers
pull you and me back into we.
poem-straining March 16, 2016
Face to face,
hands in hands,
She’s searching your eyes
for signs adoration,
for joy,
for love
for appreciation.
She is straining her ears to hear you say,
I love you.
You are beautiful.
You make me happy.
I’m so glad you’re mine.
And you say,
Are those black hairs coming out of your nose?
Is that because you’re old?
poem-anticipated March 9, 2016
Hey, he says.
Hey, she says. You’re on speaker. What’s up?
Where are you?
Thirty minutes from home. Is everything okay?
Yeah. I was just missing you and wondering
when you’d be home.
Soon.
All right. See you…soon. I’m on speaker?
Yup.
Oh. Bye, then.
.
.
.
A little found poem, overheard.
poem-labels February 27, 2016
She is nestled up against him
waiting for the whispered words
of adoration, desire.
He sighs contently, and tells her
she is cuddly.
That sounds like a teddy bear she says.
He pulls her closer, nuzzling into her neck,
but a single tear rolls down her cheek.
poem-dream warrior February 10, 2016
You were fighting
a wooly mammoth
with a light saber.
plainly losing the battle.
Your cries drew me to consciousness,
so I saved you
with a waking shake.
Never let it be said,
I haven’t got your back.
poem-longing February 9, 2016
Every minute that I wait for you
I will be longing for your arms
for the solace of your comfort
for the tenderness of your lips
While I am driving home
I will be wishing to have arrived.
You may not believe it’s true
but I always long to be with you.
poem-differences January 24, 2016
An invitation is made when the bosom
appears bulging into the neckline,
his gaze is grabbed and as she walks away
she pulls him to his feet to trail after her,
eager for the game.
.
Her instigation is subtle.
He appears at the stair,
tips his head toward the bedroom and waits.
If he’s ignored, he offers another tip.
And if she decides to follow him,
she will do so with a sense of irritation
that he doesn’t offer invitations
so much as commands,
and she’s pretty sure she didn’t actually
promise to obey.
poem-snores January 21, 2016
After you’ve been gone and my heart’s been sore
I’m delighted to listen to the music of your snore.
poem-far January 20, 2016
You’re too far.
It doesn’t matter that it’s only a day.
I feel bereft without my back up.
Knowing you’re at my back
is my security,
against myself.
Don’t be far
for long.
Shawn L. Bird 