Egypt

 

His screams leak through the wall,

possibly as much as my music.

The paramedics come twice a week and

when they don't,

I glue myself to the kitchen wall in

hopes that he is still alive and

making some kind of noticeable sound.

~Tina Meeks

Looking Back

 

Sometimes, I'm good at

hiding in plain sight behind windshields

and windows, on the other sides of fences

- there's no need to get defensive,

I remind myself.

Every window has scratches,

the glass isn't perfect,

like flawed reflections,

and fences have gaps.

Hindsight is paramount.

~Tina Meeks

1,200 Beats a Minute

 

Soaring passed,

you disappeared into the sea of trees

30 feet up.

Eager to spot you again,

I bat my eyes left to right, and nothing-

you're too fast for me and I can't keep up.

At any rate, love will arch over you like a

rainbow of affection.

That was not a disingenuous erection of dramatic tundra.

This is microscopic tidal waves

of subliminal adoration, leading itself.

This is inherent devotion to your being.

Do you prey on me?

Because I can feel the gentle rest of your hands over me 

when your scent sticks in my nasal passage ways.

Sitting here sun burning, I tell myself the warmth is your breathing...

~Tina Meeks 

I Like Your Mouth

 

Last night, I 

stared at your lips in a photo for a solid moment.

I studied the lighter hue of pink that 

blankets them 

like cotton candy.

Like when the sun goes passed San Francisco and

behind it on an ideal sunset evening,

when the sky goes through the full spectrum of

rainbow and lands on you.

When tulips are in season and I

much prefer the yellow ones

and gladly choose the pink 

that is your lips.

~Tina Meeks

Sad

 

You relish in how you exist

and believe how wholesome you want to feel,

just don't lie.

I'm concerned that that mask falls

right off that face the millisecond you

step across the threshold of perceived home.

~Tina Meeks

Dude

 We're now sensitive to the touch

and boundaries that serve

 the purpose of platonic love.

Embracing a touch that not only connects us,

but also announces a transformative

dynamic into blossom.

Our awareness's shifting and communicating.

Your expressive heart,

as essential as your breath.

Breathe with your heart, exhale

what may have exhausted and pulled you 

apart.

Preserve who you are, my friend.

Walk with delicacy and diligence in yourself.

~Tina Meeks 

6/9/23

 

I like it when we stick together.

Somehow I think I need you

and somehow, you scare me

because you play me like a piano 

unpredictably.

It makes me want to capture the way you breathe

in a jar and hold onto it like fireflies,

and your light never goes out.

~Tina Meeks