RECOUNT

I asked her

in bed

covered in honesty

just fed

by nature’s always

replenishing,

I asked her

love lent,

what the number

6,000,000 meant?

……………………………

Looking up

like a little girl might

counting stars or sheep

she said,

“A large city

maybe a bank account?”

Then, closing her eyes

leaning over,

she said again,

“Come here! Give me

6,000,000 kisses!”

……………………………

Yes, we are learning

how to count again.

My Grand Inquisitor

 

You’re the princess

that tadpoles dream about

a nightingale caught

in life

this circus tent

a flower

full bloom, only lent

to us who spend our days

in search of beds of straw

and you

a gentle tyrant above the law.