blinds cracked
just enough for the sun
to shine on my face

orion's belt
a path that leads
me to you

cold Blue Moon
wash away
this life’s sorrows

stargazing
I reach over
to grab your hand

bundled in mittens and scarves
laughing with my niece
as she counts the stars

blackout—
moonlight floods
the city streets

my soul collapses
into a black hole
a dying star

Wallowing in afterglow.
If I am to be Saturn,
she will be all of my moons.

on the front porch—
a kiss from you
in moonlight

finding a friend
in constellations
out of reach

asteroids hurtling
we had no choice
but to collide

moonlight bends
i hold your hand
you pull away

distant galaxy
a plant pokes
out of the red dirt

backroad bonfire
spitting embers to the sky
moonshine

so in love . . .
we swear we saw
a shooting star

starlit snogging
our future secured
lightyears away

                  silver
          sliver

      cuts

           across
                    your   face

a la luz de la luna
la araña teje
su telaraña

by the light of the moon
the spider spins
its web

la luna
she beams at me
I smile back

shooting star
something so far away
it will never come true

rock bottom
I turn to the moon
for advice

shooting star . . .
wish this moment
would never end

first winter snow
stars that hold the light
that once was hers

freckles on your shoulder
I trace
new constellations

whispering stars
    gossip about
              a new planet

starry night
we talk for hours
first date

umbrellas up
just in case
the sky falls today

a moon made of cheese
I wish life was as simple
as then

laying on the
splintered picnic bench
gazing at fallen stars

engagement dinner
the whispered serenade
under a waning moon

space trash
floating calmly
the sun devours it

you blaze through
my life
meteor shower

moonshine
pale wheat stalks
bow in the wind

open windows
pants drop
I did not need to see that

just enough light
from the moon to see
stars in your eyes

starting over . . .
each sunrise brings
a second chance

aries boy
virgo girl
stars not aligned

the sun mourns
as her knight
fades

fake smile
the eyes
give her away

beyond the clouds
a celestial body
rules the sky

        galaxies away
neighboring planets
say hello

red lipstick
smudged at corners
venus shines dull

little girl
the moon
follows her home

millions of stars glistening
another road
not taken

a galaxy away
they sit
laughing at us

repeated wedding bells
grandma has more rings
than Saturn

her smooth pale skin
exposed
moonlight

outcast like pluto
yet i still align
with the universe

restless night
stomach knots
i'm on another planet

venus
shining brighter tonight
she blushes

we laugh
in harmony
I can never stay mad at you

tattooed heart
unspeakable names
stretch with each beat

eyes glazed . . .
doctor explains
our odds and options

through her white tee shirt
he could see
her heart beating

backwards cap
baseball tee
the cutest smile

on the windshield
an orange envelope
parking ticket

wiped out
he lies on the couch
with no motivation

black lipstick
falling in love
with myself

animal shelter
thousands of eyes
stare at me

one athlete
one dancer
writing the same poem

graveyard shift
grinning ear to ear
he spins the dough

miles apart again—
the phone calls
become less frequent

from the back
of mom's minivan
is grandma watching us?

34 missed calls
283 texts
all from mom

tree swing
caught in the wind of night storm
soaring higher than I used to

oversized t shirt
hides all
my insecurities

eating a salad
nose filled with
the pizza aroma

christmas lights
illuminate
our hushed conversation

Facebook photos
a family reunion
I wasn’t invited to

lunchtime napkins
another thing
millennials killed

laundry day
four flights of stairs
I forgot detergent.

closing Time
I don't want to go
home

under the covers
one chapter left
five more minutes, mom

the pan sizzles
with lemon
salmon for dinner

visiting grandma
a pie cools
on the window sill

back alley
soccer game
one of the boys

the face
never changing
jack o lantern

the dishes
pile up
a good meal

I plant myself
in the present
a budding garden

I turn to touch
in the dark
firefly light

fresh tattoo
raised lines symbolize
my new forever

crunching popcorn
turning to find
the culprit

finally home
kicking off my jeans
freedom

Tokyo
polka dot dresses
swish to the lindy hop

overflowing
laundry basket—
i'd rather sleep

almost there . . .
the itch between
my shoulder blades

Welcome home
his hugs are warmer
than I remember