r james sterzinger Poems

I paint you black
I paint over you with
a smear of the brush
...

the night speaks
in hushed tones
now
...

what i want
will keep
me
from being buried
...

our love played out
like a cheap romance novel
each end battered, torn
fantastic love making once or twice
...

twenty-three years ago,
the mall stood there,
the stores half empty,
an earlier recession,
...

God
wheedles away
His time
as I wait
...

When I see myself through your eyes
I see nothing in myself worthy of redemption
Nothing to save, nothing to be delivered.
...

we don't ask
for those guarantees
of anything but love.
...

I will miss the voices
of the wind in trees
on sunshine summer days
...

when the bright sunshine competed
with her smile
and lost
...