Hands
Touching, seeking
Searching for a warmth I cannot feel
Grasping at air that holds nothing

Fingers
Bending, tired
Writing things that I cannot use
Pushing words out of my mind

Nails
Polished, chipped
Costing me money I do not have
My only vaniity , besides my hair

Hands, together
Holding, rubbing
A spark of contact with my love
Tying me to sanity and family

Fingers
Probing, stroking
Seeking places upon my body
Places I won't talk about on this board

Hands
Reaching, Touching, Seeking
Our conduit to our lives, point of realization
Our lifeline to the reality we have

Haiku

Your haikus are bad
Stop slogging the board, Dougie,
with your poor counting.

Don't use Reagan's skin!
Writing-paper for haikus
can be found elsewhere.

Love

radioactive lover! he's calling to me under the
glowing lamplight to come sit with him
and watch the clock
tick-tick-tick CHiME and bells resound
how much this frozen keyhole misses his magic key
that unlocks everything i like about myself
and everything i love about him

Water

Splash
and the ripples come
like tiny tiny hurricanes
swimming over my dry blond hair
and I surface from the blow
only to lose the sand beneath my feet
and fall into serenity again.