Recently my wife and I committed ourselves to a life of frugality. In that spirit, I wrote her a small book of poems (pictured above) for x-mas. Following are a few:

Desire

Invisible

but not unseen

whistling in the dark

yet noiseless

like that full moon

overmatched for once

unable to penetrate

the black night

this is how we live:

in fear

of getting what we want

do not give me

all your beauty

if you can help it

I want to build

my castle in the sand

of desire.

One True Perfection

Nothing is lacking

but then,

we can no longer

get our coffee

at the 7-Eleven Store

That's the goofy thing

about woods and wilderness

it's so darn primitive!

Yet and still

to stand with you

next to the fire

is life's one true

perfection.

Rosa Rugosa

You on the path

with the Rosa Rugosa

and the saltwater river

and of course the salt

on your lips and remembering

back to when something

about your imperfect teeth

reminded me of a painting

at the Metropolitan Museum

of Art.

Now, sometimes, I like to

just lay beside you watching

television, laughing and getting

drowsy. Right before I drift

off, I think of you and

the salt air and I rouse

myself before deep sleep

to kiss your lips.

At night, like that, your

lips are more sweet than

salty.