Poetry Halcyon, the days we spokeIn banalities and inanities,Such strange little ditties.They were good days,And nary one passed when we didn’t reach outAnd weren’t they brighter for that? So many months since we last had a word,And haven’t they been drab and grey?Days are long without a friend. From this distance I can see the …
Poetry I am there,StandingIn the bathroom.There are wooden floors.They creak just loud enoughTo announce my lover’sPadding footsteps –Light as they float back into our bed –After waking in the nightTo get a glass of water,Or turn off the fan. The door is openAndI stand in the bathroom. My head is tiltedAs I follow theLine of …
Poetry Weak winter sun,And your hand wrapped around mine,Fingers entwined to stave off the cold.Sweet words whispered into frosty clouds.How I love you in these long nights. Warm spring breezes,And a flower in your handTucked behind my ear.Promises of affection lost into the wind,How I fall for you in these bright days. Wilting summer heat,And …
Poetry My heart iscrushed.Like granitaonly sweeter. My heart iscut.Like a cakeat a wedding. My heart ispulped.Like orangesbefore brunch. My heart ismaimed.Like the old Broad-way musical. My heart isburned.Like the flameon Sambuca. My heart isyours.Do what you like with it. For now. Untilmy heartstopsdrumming to yourbeat.
Poetry You have to understand I have been lied to, I’m sorry to say, I was told from books that love is a storm and hearts are its prey, That love is a passionate flurry of feeling that flashes red, That sweeps you off your feet and messes with your head. That you’re lucky if …
Poetry I read by lamp light.Sometimes, I wish it were a candle,that you had lit for me.I could watch the wax melt,for hours.Drip. Drip. Drip.A simple, soothing sound.A heartbeat you had left behind.Drip. Drip. Drip.I would reach out,and touch the flame.Let it burn the skin of my palm.A brand.I would treasure the scar forever.Your name …
