2 poems

 2 poems i wroted

poem 1 for december

stepped out into the garden
and said,
i need no other's touch
for i live in my own dreams
and flew and flew and flew
until a crumbling piece
crashed into the vineyard
red columns and angles
strewn round
angles and colors and
deep maroon red red
and said,
i walk in circles every day
and i never have to walk out

poem 2 for december

if i went on a walk in a park
and you told me about your grandmother
and i would sip some water
and you would flash that little grin
from one corner of your mouth

and i'd fall in love again
and i'd walk up and say,
"i wrote this poem about being gay,
i think, i don't know what it means"
and you'd laugh

and then i'd forget again
tap on the edge of my display case
i am a salamander in a zoo
and i am forgetting who you are
and i forgot what 'poem' means

and the zookeeper would take me out
and say, 'it's time for your daily rub'
words spoken without expectations
of being understood
then, it would be acceptable