Two poems

A Plea

I
Be calm
Like the saliva
That drips
On my tongue
Be my saliva
Be my tongue

II
Be clear
Like the lines
On my rough
Forehead
Be the lines
Be my forehead
Be rough

III
Be soothing
Like the words
In my poem
Be my word
Be my poem

 

My Pets

Yellow, reds, and blacks
Floating on the floor
Of my consciousness
Silence of shadows

Bouncing from
Stem to stem
Neglecting the
Gravity
Of my thoughts

Yellow, reds, and blacks
All I can do is
Become very still
Feel the gentle weight
Of my head that is
Full of butterflies