A Poem Called Flirting With Homo ~ Nyms

Flirting With Homo~Nyms 

If the needles on trees

Could sew up the breeze

And the date on the calendar

Might sweeten and please ~

If the legs on the table

Could walk away free —

Then grey doesn’t matter

If you are thinking of me.

If the hand on the clock

Runs out of time…

And the catch is a fluke

But meant to be mine.

If one stalk of celery

Should follow me home

And the peel of an onion

Cries when I’m gone…

If the crop bears fruit

Without loss of its sides,

And the train has a thought

That both of us ride –

If the pair has a shape

That won’t alter or divide ~

Then whatever the weather

We could bail it together.

If you bolt when I see you

I’ll pipe up in your dreams –

And the drift will hold true ~

Like a trunk full of steam. 

Valerie J. Hayes

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