For emotion

A dozen red roses?
Chocolate poisen
and card.

Wait for the knock,
knock, knock;
and “Hello?”
Before setting down the
carried ideas

and the return
in drenching rain,
feeling the
pulse of
the beaten heart.

Revised 12 November 1996, 1 May 2005

Snail

Your body glistens
naked
moist
quivering

You move
slow
deliberate
gliding

I see your pale
skin
and know
your path

My own path
careless, brings
gargantuan
foot
crushing down