how’d I get eighteen years with you?what resolve must it have taken for you to…
I know I shall never forget how your hand touches mine.The sky is full of shooting stars; I put my hand in thine.And I shall sit…
You are there and I am here.But even when we are both here,You are still there and I am still here.So far…
One of these days, I will look up, and there you will be.
When you die, may you go gently, peacefully even; so that you are not compelled…
Poetry Sunday
Love is not an emotion
Our dance is onebetween ghoststoxic spirits that hauntin life and in death —
Joy is a flowerthat bloomsin my heartwhen I feel your auraembrace me
I see you everywhereand yet nowhere
i see youi see you there beyond the rocksslithering away when light is cast upon you
My eyes cry for your touchYour hands and fingertips drip down my faceMy lips…
He liked sitting in a room with dimmed light, shadows playing on the naked walls and fairy lights hung up around the bed…
The moment we join togetherThe moment our eyes meetThe moment we touchThe moment everything makes sense.
The pierce of her gazeThe fierce of her embrace The wobble of her chinThe half-centimeter long teardropThat rolls…
Love it comes
Just as quickly it goes
Off we go to the beach with our boy, enduring sighs and cries and stops for water and…
I have a turquoise pebble of some other god nowIn my mouth Is its crushed earth
Yesterday,the words you said to me the day before yesterday came back to haunt my daydreams.
Jealousy scratches my skinLike grains of sand between bed sheets.Dead writers awaken me.I sit up inside my dreamsLie back and listen.Dust…
I charge into my room and slam the door, spin the lock,
first love calls me in,wrapped feathers round my dream land,you are unwell, waxy imagination.
‘This is not a funeral,’ she said,‘though I’m drowning in carnations.’
“All I do for you…”Is not enough,When all you doDoesn’t include time,Or trust,Or love.
That man’s name is what it isAnd he would have me go dancing Upon her grave and laugh some more Yes he would have me go dancing She is…
To love,voice of the verbto give,to open up,to expose themselves,to become vulnerable.
Some days I don’t sing — The words get stuck Inside my soul Because I will not sing a…
Discounting my loveit ended up on the rackhalf off with knockoffs
