I wake up and I wonder: Where is the love? It must have stayed in my dream. It was warm there and sunny. Peaceful. I rub my…
I was excited to get your numberRemember, you gave it to meand said to text youSo, I did — I texted you…
she — the candle’s flamemystic creature on a moonlit river,burning the midnight…
he whispers, You’re minethe cadences of those two wordscaress my bare skin into static,draw a half-smile on my facemy…
“Tie me down,” he said. I thought he was playing with my headBut he was, I…
Will I remember it,this life we have nowmoments in a daylong passed.
Doing the math to see how our love scores
Do you sometimes hear the wind call your name? Do you wonder if it is realor an…
below the deep and glossygreen of mottled leaves floating in brightnesshide tangled…
all the years I lost loving heartswith less heart than yours, whyI ask, faux anger…
Wrapped around your smilea terrible disguise for my desireyou to take me in your armsback to my room.
I can’t remember a timeWhen we were not close,A time when our fingers were not intertwined,the moments…
It’s early November
No island in the sun for you and me,No vows of love pledged til eternity.We cannot chain our hearts or bind our souls…
Her bright eyes focusOn that point across the roomSo she won’t fall down.
Bouncing around inside the cage that is my mindI feel your presence everywhere…
Once again I find you,betwixt thoughtsand between breaths. A pull as…
We are dirt and mud, you and I.Cobbled together from the ground we trample,made alive by what…
I feel a little lost without you (in my life) My mind often drifts to you…
It was there from the beginning
You wandered into my home, my heart, that lovely summer morning
Would you like you, if you met youwith all the good-humored jokes and silent companionships…
When you make me feel
like I’m messing up
Don’t give in to the nagging thought inside your head.Smile at it politely, say Namaste if you…
first things first: eachailment needs a name(that fits), a remedythat cures or soothes…
For that handsnot reaching the breast, anymore.
In McDonald’s today Listening to a mad man rant Bob Marley & the Wailers What makes Steel Pulse pulse? Sounding like a poet…
Sweet and bitter tastecomforting your foreign lipswhile my gaze rubs them
winter’s come againin the form of a cold windbiting at our souls