The Park

a brief interlude in the park

relaxingon a sun drenched bench

holding hands and kissing fervently

oblivious to others passing ... watching

I acquiese to stroll down memory lane

take a walk through the park

humming a nameless tune

till rain drizzles from the sky

dampening our skin

and I smile

as I am still here with you

I may have fallen

I may have fallen for those eyes,
But I stayed for the way you look at me.
I may have fallen for the sexy curve of your lips,
But I stayed for the way they say my name.
I may have fallen for your charm and witty banter,
But I stayed for the sincerity and directness.
I may have fallen for your sensual kisses and your embrace,
But I stayed for the lingering touch and shivering down my spine.
I may have fallen for all the wrong reasons,
But I stayed for all the right ones.

Ticket Stub
Who would think

that behind old prom dresses and graduation gowns

under mothbitten sweaters

in a box with the four corners tucked under one another

beneath old school pictures,

an outdated magazine with laughable fashions

and a pile of over due bills

is a dust covered wallet

whose measely contents are limited:

a temporary license stapled to its predecessor

a work ID, and a big screen movie card

hidden in a secret zippered pocket

is the movie ticket stub

you told me to save forever just because.

And now the memories overwhelm me more than they should

and I tuck them back awayfor another day.