GrandfatherThe garden was on theLeft side of the house.A maze of bushes, shrubs,Tomato plants.Their felty leavesGraced my fingertips.I always imagined outer spaceFelt like that.The jungle of natureOpened her green gatesFor us,Shovel and pruner as weapons.Perspiration always pooled by yourBelly button.Your protruding belly like anUninhabited planet."Don't pick the green ones.Your grandmother will have a fit."Caterpillars and slugs hid behindWooden stakesLeaving a trail of gooLike the milky way."Can we go to thePlayground yet?"The dirt under my fingernails distracted meThe shovel was placed firmly in the Earth.I ran to the playground as fast as I could,And watched for you to appear around the corner.I loved the swingsBecause you always tried toPush me to the moon.
Come In CloserCome in closerLike the way you held my handWhen we walked together on the rail road tracks,Our fingers were the metal spikes used toHold the tracks together.Come in closer like the wayYou showed me when you suckedMy inner thigh and we rose togetherLike the ebb and flow of the tideWhen the moon has changed phases. Come in closer so I can taste the experiences of your day on your skin.I want to be apart of you.I pull tenderly on your hair and whisper anythingYou want to hear, so that you don't let me sleep alone tonightAnd I can cherish the aroma of your body on my clothes.Come in closer one timeAnd I will pretend you are writing for meAs you show me a new song on your guitarAnd I will admire the simple way your fingers pluckThe strings and how your eyes glance at me when you thinkI'm not looking.