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
Soaring through the sky,
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
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
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
