Ola

The man who has my heart
lives so far away
I can hear it beating, echoing faintly
From the direction of Africa
or is it Spain?
He sweet, and handsome
and dark as chocolate.
He is worth the work
so I keep trying to come closer to him
So our hearts can be in the same state
and state of being.

Rx: Boys

a new thing
a new fling
is it true
probably not
but it's a diversion
a distraction
from the medical suck-life
and the fun
makes me a little bit happy
which is more
than 5 doctors
and a pile of pills
have done in weeks.

aftershocks

When we are talking
I forget how nervous it all makes me
until after you hang up
and a delayed reaction of tremors hit me
like pounding ocean waves
and my heart screams
"No! Wait! You had it right before!
Go back! Rewind! He makes me smile,
you ass of a brain!"
But my brain doesn't listen.
She just continues to tremble,
over-think, over-analyze, and generally drowned out
the sense my heart was making
when we were still talking on the phone.

Something Sweet

[Another poem of mine at deviantArt. October 1st, 2004... Ugh. I know who I was writing this about. Yeah, TexasBoy. But I think it translates well to today (Fresno)]

Something Sweet

I sit here
Craving something sweet.
Something that would inevitably
Send my diet crashing to the ground.
A sip of velvety chocolate,
A bite of warm cookie
from the oven
only moments ago,
A spoonful of Strawberry ice cream,
So cold,
The spoon sticks
to my tongue,
A deep swallow
Of cool lemonade,
Pink…


Or a letter
From you.