Poem #248 of 365

I've gathered my clothes about me,
shivering in my sweat,
wondering what season it is
when the night is near,
the sun brings light
but not always the heat,
and I am confused in this
month because I am too
hot outside and too cold
inside, and I long for the
certainty of winter.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

Poem #247 of 365

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1. the monkey on your back, what is its name?
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copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

Poem #246 of 365

My muse pressed up against me,
got my thigh wedged as a couch
cushion on a hot and heavy date.

My muse spoke a good language,
his lips thick with myrr
and accented ale, he slurred
in my general direction,

but actually was logically sound,
even as one glance into his eyes
revealed the chaos in his clutch.

He inspired me, unwieldy as he
stood, and I let him crush the
nighttime circulation out of my
humid heavings, though denim

is usually too thick to penetrate.


copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

Poem #245 of 365

My tics have grown up and become
orgasms, little gulps and blow outs
of efficacy and naughty exhaust.

What have yours grown up to
become, and why are you at
the equator, relinquishing laughter?

Bring your well-heeled doctrinaire
purposes to my tavern of bliss,
be served up a pint, clasp your knees
around the barmaid.

Let me see you unravel your past
as you remove the watch from your pale
wrist and trade it for uncertain futures
in the darkness of the misnamed happy hour.


copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

Poem #244 of 365

I never saw someone reach his
mouth to devour the storm
as you did, my friend, on rainy
today.

You cuddled the trunk of a tree
and allowed the pressure of a
man's shoulder to comfort you
too, as your mouths upturned
in wizened thirst.

I took no time to notice the
configuration of puddle as I
twisted my feet to turn from
the car and join you, and
be with you in wet.

You offered a song, it was the
mist of your smile, and I felt
worshipping words touch my
own lips, and the rain licked
our clothes, sealing them to
skin.

Dreamy in mud, I could not
leave you to mirth in isolation,
as that shower washed away
everything but the sweetness
in our lives.


(for R and R, my friends at the park)

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez