October 2, 2009

let's follow
the moon tonight
since our
hearts have spoken . . .
tracing starlight


how can
i not worry?
delicate wings
perched upon flimsy
tree limbs


a typhoon's
coming and all think
of is you


end storm!
give us the eden
we've dreamed of


all i can
give you at this time
is my heart
beating as yours
our breath as one



your hands
today forecast more
than weather



pull me in
to your breasts and
feel one
song sung by two
in the heat of winter



you do
and don't, the tearing of
branches in winter


late night
waiting for the typhoon
to hit . . .
and you, on the computer
reading my poetry


steeped in thought,
you feel winter on
his way home


can you
fulfill your promise
to become
an old man's lover on
a monopoly board?


what'll happen
when the typhoon hits?
strange brew



robert d. wilson

©2009