Excerpts from Pretty Thinker

  Goodnight Dear  

You can lock your sturdiest door

Lean against it in relief when you

Feel your safety

But you will not escape me

For when you are lying in your bed

The night life singing below

Light hearted echoes disturbing you

As you toss and slide round

You will see me on the ceiling

A mural of sorrow

And all your lies will puddle over you

You’ll see me holding all you used to say

Oh, it will taunt

Not because I want it to

But because that’s the way it is

The conscience relives

And because you know the manner of my heart

You know through it all

I am gently holding your hand

Forgiving what you contest

But haunting you, nonetheless 

        No Other 

Do you know my love

There is none like you

Not here not now

Not ever

There is no man like you around

A search would turn, unfound

If ever you see me

Chatting away

With a man that seems to tickle

My fancy

Just know, though I’m laughing

For his humor may be grand

Still, at you, I am constantly glancing

On certain lovely days

That I run off with friends

In glee, of a sale or two

Please understand, through my thrill

And my deafening shrill

Each thing bought is but dirt, next to you

And on my birthday

When most say

Don’t remind me, leave me be! 

I instead, call a parade, for pretend

Well, there’s not much to say

Except I adore all your gifts

And next year, I would love some again

 Yes, the love that you give

  Is of stunning perfection

   I’ve measured each side

  And your ways

   It is so absolute

  And in turn, resolute

Every bit

Every which

Every way

Light as thee air

And profound

We shall stay