A dance to you

I hear you whisper
of all the places
so beautiful
and so dangerous
for you and I to go-
then you smile.

That smile makes me
dance a dance to you
named for you
for I am unafraid
to be the fool
that hurts your stomach.

You know how it will go
in the end
to worry is a waste.
Yet I too am afraid
of the dark.

The strength of a woman.

Her curtain call came.
She was a daughter,
friend, angel,
savior...

You-
brave, strong, heroic,
glowing, kind,
beautiful-
our George and Izzy
rolled into one.

But this is not
Prime-time TV-
and we are without
your smile on-demand.

We should all hope
to fight half as hard
to go on without you
as you did to remain
among us.

For my Grandfather

She was so much
younger than him
beautiful, fair.
He walked proud,
without ego,
he protected her.

She said yes to him
after only a few weeks
because she knew.
He would always adore
her smile, kindness,
and he knew too.

She became his everything
after 5 short months,
in angelic white.
He would say it
was the best day
of his life.

So she kissed him
as his lips turned
cold and breathless.
He fell asleep there
beside his angel
for the last time.

My Grandmother was
so young then,
and slept alone since.
His name now reborn,
may his passion
burn bright again.

Playing Penguins

Today I carried a bed
for another white jacket
but I wanted a dirty fork
and a shady glass of juice
I would test for you.
Maybe then I would be asked
to play penguins too.

It's such a burning feeling,
seeing Lucifer frozen.
Makes me wanna learn
to tie my shoes again.
Eat Teddy Grams,
drink Juicy Juice,
listen to two bowls of soup.

Who cares
about the card game?
Clearly she didn't.
Even the innocent know
when you're not really
happy to play penguins.
When you choose Euker.

Only I saw the boo boo
on her knee
that she said burned.
I have none that show
but some you can kiss-
make better, just
let me play too, please.