Poetry

In sleep,

Your hand clasps my wrist

As you slip deeper

I expect you to relax, release --

Instead you hold tighter;

Even in sleep , you hold fast.

I listen to the sound of your breath

And lay my head on your shoulder

I had a dream last night --
you took my hand and said to me:
Rise.

Last night,
just before sleep
it seemed you
were between us --
each with an arm
around you, at
shoulder and waist.
You were content,
and slept smiling
as I watched
the two of you
feeling whole.

5/28/2010

I think about you
Every single day --
If you're not
in my arms
I'm missing you

in the front seat
of a white Dodge
Intrepid,
up the hill from
the U.R.I campus;
becoming
Daddy to you
that November night --
suddenly --
a smile, a kiss
and if I wasn't yours
it became inevitable.

4/29/2010