Two Word Poems

Moving Like Fish in Moonlight

Come night, the river's fragrant
with wet grass and pine, the current

higher pitched, harboring hidden
logjams and cutbanks.

We soft-step the dark, slide into
the water, elude whirlpool and inlet,

and slow-stroke the inky stream.
We relinquish direction and desire,

all but the dream of fluidity,
to become a transient silver flicker,

an illusion of light as the moon's lamp
crests the dark and silent trees.

 

Imagine Me

The way I float the current
of your thoughts, take you swiftly
or by slow meander, the way
I can appear in any doorway
backlit by lamplight

the way I drop defenses as casually
as articles of clothing, my easy
mouth full of red wine
and white lies, my arms open,
my agenda hidden

the way I lead you from premise
to proposition, how easily I elude
the question, then the answer.
Imagine me one thing,
then another.