“STUPID GOOD”
Sometimes love
feels like the blues.
Most times
my muse has been
the absence of you.
And all my cheap rhymes.
All they do;
cannot compare to
the sun after a rain;
an undimmed smile from you.
Oh sweet mist of memory;
you’re so near, so far,
so in between.
Our fingers twined;
it’s what they don’t dare do–
but what I’d make them
if you only knew.
Sometimes love
gets so cruel;
the sick timing
no pleading can undo.
The past has passed.
The present too.
They’ve made me tense,
thinking toward
a future with so many
unsettled thoughts of you.
I won’t push
without a pull.
I’m not asking for much;
just an admission
there’s been an itch
that need not be scratched,
but maybe bit.
Sometimes love.
Sometimes you.
Sometimes my muse
just needs a pump of fuel.
And all my cheap rhymes.
All they don’t dare do.
You’re so near, so far,
so stupid good.