Untitled--Lisa Fraser

Tame--Lisa Fraser

away in a car
the air smells of daisies
wrapped in a silk ribbon,
dripping water down an arm.
the salty breeze comforts pores.
lifted from creamy thoughts of yearning,
the banked road hugs the shores.
the wheels rotate backward
on the ash-asphalt road.
we keep moving.

moving along.

Rondeau after the Storm--Lisa Fraser

Tame taffeta slides between us,
your arms around me, robust.
I must get around to breathing in the soap-scented skin
once lathered in tantric trance and sin, now clean. So that she won’t know.

Your laugh rumbles, softly, curls in my ear,
like August surrendering to September.
We slip, smoking out the bubbles of summer nights
filled to the brim with stars. You are not mine.

Tuesday green leaves sway outside — a curtain of beads,
dancing in our celebration of the clandestine. Creamy thoughts of yearning rise.
Quixotic clouds graze past the blue of skies, seducing
a rainbow of imbued dye to arch over us.
We riff, repeat, blow out the bass and I must get around to drinking you.

Tuesday--Lisa Fraser

Arbitrary and contrary
to the most ordinary
The outcast looks to the sky
for February
The leaves and branches
H
A
N
G
like august leaning into September –
lazy, long,
begging to be remembered


Like a curtain of beads
Tuesday green leaves
sway
brushing the spirit of wondrous soul

Set adrift on a journey unknown
stars, now
De -
throned,
cast light upon the rolling stone


And Tuesday O P E N S her arms to the afternoon
Memories of June rush in
The quixotic clouds grazing
past the blue of the sky
Seduces autumn to imbue his dye …

Tomorrow the clock will be reset
into this time when thoughts and wind
intertwined with the chiming of reminders
accompanying Tuesday