Sunday Morning


Our love is Sunday morning
Piping hot coffee with your favorite creamer
Preaching the baptized to become believers
Walking, singing, dancing…kindergarten math
The grass beneath bare feet, relaxing bubble bath
Driving 70 miles per hour– countryside
As cool and as comfy as a pillow’s backside
Umbrella in case of rain
Penicillin to dull mild pain

Explosive meteoric collisions don’t apply to us
We’re low maintenance, soft spoken, little or no fuss
No one is jealous, spiteful or unkind
We’re sweet puffs of green and quality time
Hugs from behind and holding hands
The calm of water lapping gently over the sand
Long talks sandwiched between joyous laughter
The obedience of the submissive to the chosen master

You and me babe, we fit together perfectly
I sprout leaves and you are the root of our tree
When the storm comes we move and bend together
Then the it’s over and we worship rainbows forever
Building, growing, living in such simplicity
You are my Sunday morning, babe; you make life easy…

Something to Do

I’ll be your something to do,  if you find yourself bored
If you’re wandering and don’t remember what you came here for

I’ll be your something to do, if you find yourself alone
If you’re still missing her and that house you made a home

I’ll be your something to do,  just let our bodies intertwine


While you hold onto dreams of her and I pretend that you are mine

I’ll be your something to do, I’ll lick every tear
Make you glad that you found me bruised and damaged here     
Heal me with your sorrow and let me hold onto you
Distract me from my pain, please give me something to do

Here Comes the Pain

It’s the beginning part that I fear. It’s always the worst few months of pain, and I find myself wanting to scream out loud to drown the maddening sound of my thoughts. It feels like a form of dying and I just have to get past the hump of those few months and I know I’ll be ok.

A force field will form over me and I will become numb, drifting through life alone and somehow being able to forget that I’m lonely. I will sleep long and dream empty but I won’t feel anymore and it will be beautiful. I wish I could skip ahead to that day but for now: here comes the pain…