Limelight

You texted me
out of the blue tonight
asking me for pictures
of us at The Limelight

and I wish I had some
I wish we’d taken some
photos on that pulsing floor,
but we never did.

All I had was a tiny
square of a photo of us,
boobs smashed together
in black fishnet shirts

with leather collars
tight around our necks
and smiles from ear to ear
my darling girl.

I remember only
bits and pieces of
that night we spent together
there at the Limelight

but I remember
dancing with you
until I could barely breathe
a thing but your name.

I miss you, too.

57/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year

Your Love is Tough

I remember sharing
stories and secrets
back when secrets
started to mean something,
and the softness of your hair,
the sparkle in your eyes.

You, curled up
in my bedroom
more nights than I can count
because sometimes
it felt more like home
to you than home.

Luna moths
peppering my window,
and if you looked in
you’d see us laughing.
It’s been twenty-four years
of this friendship
and we are still laughing together,
but sometimes, what’s better,
is our silences.

The way you hold me
in your stares and your arms
and certainly your heart.
Your love is strong,
your love is tough,
and I love you for it.

14/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year

For my best friend Beth, on her birthday.