LETTERS TO K.

DINNER
escaping in eyes
like honey dripping into chai tea
and over spiced curried shrimp
hot water pours
from a steaming brass pot
into china cups
mouths made full rearranging sounds t
o taste moist bits of tender utterings
words run fast over us
stretching long across the table .

RIVER CANAL
Ottawa seems like a dark cold night
warmed by the moon and your smiles
Walking briskly in the frosty air
chilled by the slush of running water
rushing to keep fast to your cold pace
with me by your side
and you... forcing me to pursue
my lop-sided chase threatens
to topple us both over
while striding to your wider steps .

MEECH LAKE
crisp clear waters carry us far
pulling us through fresh currents
to move smoothly with the bright sun
bearing down burning solid on our faces
tide pulls us closer
mouth nearly touching....soul
would have kissed your lips
had the heart followed suit .

BITTER WINDS
Snow flakes gently drifts
falling into a flurry...on bent heads
ice melt into furry hooded coats
masking our face
against the harsh bite ..of bitter winds .

SILENCED
shadows dance along walls
through fingers then fade into fear
the hunger of wanting... waiting
silenced over the phone
I ache to hear your voice...once more .

SCORNED
My heart is like a deep reservoir,
yours a shallow grave
I scratch beneath the surface
to find only rock and gravel ...
where flesh should be you treat needs
like a crushed up piece of paper
to be discarded into a vacant lot
and words thrust swift like daggers
aimed to cut out the heart