Tag Archives: love

Waiting for Crickets

. . . one of you will be out there

singing your loud courtship

with open wings, then

falling asleep in your lover’s arms,

making your little night music

in the midnight void.

–Excerpt from “Waiting for Crickets” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Off the Coast.

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Night Wear

He’s taken to wearing colors to bed,

orange tees, or eggplant, the new purple,

with boxer shorts in mismatched plaids.

Is he planning to woo me all over again . . . ?

–excerpt from “Night Wear” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). First published in After Hours.

At the Movies

. . . Afterwards, blinking, we shamble out

to the old car with dents inflicted

by careless drivers over the years,

or by hailstorms, and slide back

into our small, precious life . . .

–excerpt from “At the Movies” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). First published in The Journal.

In winter, dawn

. . . Now is the time

for coffee, newspapers, a poem or two,

kisses leftover from the night,

the touching more important

than whether the sun will rise today.

–excerpt from “In winter, dawn” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013). First published in New Poetry Appreciation.

Mortality

. . . I am the profound humidity,

you the darkened sky. Together we

will provoke the purpleclouds

to flash gold, a momentary

epigram for us.

We discuss this over coffee.

I watch the physic of your breath,

the geography of your face . . .

–excerpt from “Mortality” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in Home Planet News.

Night Wear

He’s taken to wearing colors to bed,

orange tees, or eggplant, the new purple,

with boxer shorts in mismatched plaids.

Is he planning to woo me all over again . . .

–excerpt from “Night Wear” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in After Hours.

At the Movies

Today we sit in the dark,

thigh to thigh. Popcorn butters us

with its ubiquitous embrace.

Will today bring intrigue in Russia,

gondolas in Venice gliding under

the Bridge of Sighs, or planets

crashing in space?

–exerpt from A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in Journal.