These words come through my hand and heart to ink and page,
As brook over stone to pay the ocean homage,
Letters flow into form, pentameter, and message,
Verses telling the tale of playing upon your stage.
Of time that has been spent, the hours, nights and days,
Where you and I and many other friends have played,
With the sun and stars, in the vineyard, trees, and hay.
On this small stage the Faye have danced and Kings have passed.,
Lovers have been found and enjoyed, lost and star-crossed,
Ships have come safe to harbor, although tempest tossed.
This soil sewn with seeds of possibilities,
Nourished with the resonance of his poetry.
Now we sprout, plunge in the Earth and stretch toward the Sky.
We have been given wings and now are free to fly.
Sara the Sex Surrogate
Please come in
Sit Your Ass Down
I haven’t vacummed, I have no dinner cooked and my kitchen is as cold as your hands.
But the incense is burning and there might be a candle around here somewhere.
They call me Sara the Sex Surrogate. You saw me at a party with too much hairspray in my hair and now you think I am some wild thing, something you should chase.
So please come in.
I got oils and crystals
Lube and Dildos
Chokes and Chains
Flesh in Orifices
Elbows in Armpits
Toe and Nails
I scratch but bitch you bruise and tomorrow I will be feeling my body in a whole new way.
But I will only let you in so deep
Only let you take me so high.
The gate is open but the door is closed.
We talk about your mother and your obsession with rockets
I tell you about my father and legal husband.
At one point I accidentally step on your balls
But you take it with grace and leave with a smile
And I stay in the sweat stained sheets
I hope you have fun with your power point project
It is best to say “I’ll just love you for the night”
But my womb is still bruised and my body can still feel you.
Like a fish with a hook in it’s belly.
But that is tomorrow.
For tonight you are the boy with his hand up my skirt
My bra downt o my hips
In this damp staircase
All breath and touch
I expand out to the moon.
Let the hooks sink tomorrow.
How it spins us around bringing us again and again to the same familiar places of joy, sorrow, elation, despair, loving, hating, hurting, holding, inspiration, desperation, isolation, elevation, unity, confusion, connection, separation, beginnings, beginnings, beginnings, end.
Who knew that life on earth is really just a carousel? For centuries we have struggled in our search for the meaning