Unpressed

Thank goodness you found me -
dehydrated, flat, suffering

from a homesickness,
I didn't realize was for you.

I slipped from the page into your lap,
delicate, winter-faded.

You kissed the sleep from my eyes,
unpressed papery petals

with elsewhere hands,
watched me bloom.

tk, from my second chapbook "Unpressed" 

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Found

There are dozens.

Unearthed.  Scrappy.

I open the door.

Some try to get out.

Casanova figure-eights,

makes love to my boots.

Fat one naps in a hammock,

another watches from the eaves.

Then there is you.  Waiting.  

I practice this moment in my head,

half-remembered.  Silent.

Nostalgia draws us, deliberate,

as if we have always.

I hold you, feel the scratch.

Look in your melancholy eyes.

Tell me everything.

I like to be sad.

tk/July 2014


Beautiful poignant read from R.A.D. Stainforth... 

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