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
