VII - PEARLS.

hold my hand

to look at me 

and tell you see smoke

over sunset embers,

tell me you see

the names of children in my voice

and liquor over ice

on assorted coffee tables,

that you see moving trucks

and rolling hills

in the way i bat my eyes.

tell me i am everything

while my meal tells me

i am nothing.

how deep is your love?

will it make it past

my napkin?

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

This poem is absolutely brilliant. I think I will pause in reading you, you make me hurt! That is the highest praise I can offer.