Poems for and About Sisters Seeking Friendly Advice

1

My dear sister,
You were so excited
even giddy
( I can only imagine )
at the prospect of
taking wing with a lover
your love,
to a tropical paradise
contemplating what,
I can only imagine.

2

My dear sister,
I’ve been to the summit
of a diamond’s head
with wind in my hair,
my love
and a lover,
as he lifted me
from my bed
and into his eyes
of a full happiness.

Depression 2
I was often jealous of my brother he had what I lacked
which was charm and people were drawn to him
he was intelligently knowledgeable without demonstrating
his aptitude and when someone said a stupid thing he smiled
And refrain from stinging anyone with sarcasm.
Where he worked and when the management had a problem
with the workforce, they came to him for advice.
But he had a dark side he could be absent, silent and sat
drinking for the day, at such a time no one came near him.
Then suddenly he snapped out of it and was his old...

Hiding Behind My Sister's Skirt                                  
                                   
     Though Natchez, Mississippi is my home, my ancestors migrated from the olive groves of Andalusia and the vineyards of Bordeaux to colonial New Orleans where they mated. So my disposition is lively like a fandango but at times slow moving like a Parisian Waltz.          
     I woo my sister. “Anna, you are a vision of divinity. You represent the embodiment of feminine beauty, a personification of the Goddess. You are forever and always my femme de la crème.”         ...

The gravity of sunshine screams in whispered pleas.
I salute her milky orchid with care, not to infect her with my poison,
but to taste her weakened heart.

I want to be the good wife with no secrets, but we all do.

My lips carry a sisterly truth, you will never know my frailness
or my shame or my sweet sickness.
I yearn for your warmth underneath my blankets, daily
I read your words.

Zen numbness is my satori.

One more vodka shot to kill my desires that stalk my monkey brain,
where sisters and mothers and daughters bleed,
hands sewn together in ritual marriage,
I dream of satori in a hazy hospital room,
my life is theirs,
please reincarnate my soul,
we will meet again and again, I hope
laughing and smiling at our new bodies,
our roles reversed, always in love
drinking through the night till we black-out.