The Honor Graduate

The Honor Graduate

The final days are swift
and without fail,
they glow a faint hue of yellow.
Days start to linger like
desperate falling leaves
and the red-inked papers
are wild and laughing at us.
We shift in our plastic seats
in daunting almost lifeless
pursuits. It is after all,
the last day for rehearsal
and our bodies begin to imitate
the reckless nature
of wind being taunted
by sand dunes. We mirror
each other, quietly making
the room small and inviting.
Finally, the honor graduate
speaks and draws us closer
to the moment. His voice
quivers and shakes
and we
dance with him in almost
quiet procession.
Unafraid and
following his every word.

M.C. Davis

A Phone Conversation

A Phone Conversation Between Two Lovers

I need to hear that
you love me but
before you do so,
tell me what you think
about this suit,
but hold that thought
and tell me what plans
you have
for our future and if anything,
speak in poetic verse and
quietly dispell boring
myths of fatigue and infidelity.
When you’re done,
don’t stand too closely
or walk too fast
since my desires are
still water-drenched
and my need for
you is fresh,
and indifferent to
why we stand together.
Tell me why you
love me and don’t
quit until I
close my eyes.
Don’t forget
to lock the door on
when you leave.

M.C. Davis

Who?

Who?

There ain’t enough time
to make your favorite
soup, or think of
your diet, or rifle for my
own problems to help yours.
In fact, we just met yesteday
and I don’t think
we’re going to click like
butter beans and cornbread.
Like yesterday, you and I are forgotten,
in between
loose thoughts and half-chewed Now&Laters.
You’re tough to the touch,
and my wisdom
cautions me to stand too close;
if anything, you cause me
to shiver like uncontrolled wind.
What I mean to say
is your contagious and my
love for you grows in
a way unfamiliar
and to be honest,
I like the idea of
you near me.

M.C. Davis