A. D. Winans

Love Poem

Your memory returns to haunt me
The way you looked at me
When undressing for bed
The way the moonlight peeked
Through the window shades the
First time we made love
Leaving me feeling like a voyeur
Resting in God’s favorite easy-chair

Poem for an Imaginary Daughter

Daughter that I never had
Tugging at my arm-sleeve
From death’s still sleep
Hanging heavy as an anchor
Rooted to the tip of my tongue
Your vision riding high in the
Retina of my third eye

I toss restlessly in half-sleep
A tugboat captain throwing
You a lifeline towing
You gently through my dreams