we live alone
together
words fall from our mouths
like dead leaves
to the ground
I start at a sound
used to silence
I sit alone
dreaming of lovers
I have known
sometimes I marvel
that you can’t see
how many men have loved me
with your body
©Debra Goodman 1995
we live alone
together
words fall from our mouths
like dead leaves
to the ground
I start at a sound
used to silence
I sit alone
dreaming of lovers
I have known
sometimes I marvel
that you can’t see
how many men have loved me
with your body
©Debra Goodman 1995
The ocean so tremendous
asleep in its foggy mist
the seagulls flying carelessly
content to just exist
I stood silently beholding
a scene so lovely and free
and wondered who I should thank
for that moment of ecstasy
(I WROTE THIS POEM WHEN I WAS TWELVE YEARS OF AGE…BEING A PURIST, I DECIDED NOT TO EDIT!)
This tender knowing
I have loved and been loved
Tonight,
that seems enough…
debradujour 