Quench

(All art and photography displayed on this site is the original work and property of Shirley Alexander)



Quench


Maybe you ask;
Why do I carry the dream of us in my heart?

I think of your skin,
moist and heated under the glide of my fingers,
and the way your name is a salty sweet kiss
across my searching tongue.

Still, I cannot shape words into an answer.
Why?

Why does a traveler take a flask
into the desert?


Shirley Alexander
2009

Without A Proper Eulogy

(all art displayed on this site is the original work and property of Shirley Alexander)


Without A Proper Eulogy


I am as a miner on his mountain of grey,
calculating the loss of sweat for profit.
The land I hold writ to name my own
will choose to remember nothing of me,
save plastic scars and scent of dusty bones.

And when I am gone, mourners will rush
to add insult on the careless print that was me.
They will stack weak stone tall in my honor
where wild flowers should forever be free to grow.
And I will sigh into the dirt, and mourn all losses.


Shirley Alexander
2010