I remember when we were young
and I used to steal your kisses
in the carelessness of your sleep,
while through the night
our…

It’s right there
the lobe of your ear
half hiding under the forsaken mess
that’s always your morning hair:
it’s so close to my lips…

and love remains

the minute, a memory
of light

an intact eternity.



© Nina Light

let me be as I will

thus, a rounded stone
balding and lonely and where
no moss will grow
poised in the cusp of loss
and changing time.

She tells me her name is dove dark chocolate
mermaid, and she makes me smile,
she of the beams of moonlight
and those perfect and…