Dust & Shadows

You are

the only one

to love me

hard enough

to stir the dust

from my heart,

to shake

the shadows

from its corners.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XIX

The thing

about being

tested

by fire

is that

you walk out

with ashes

at your feet

and flames

at your fingertips

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIV

It is when

I am

burdened by work

and

buried by projects

that I am

— very reluctantly —

at my

best.

 

Firestone Friday: Poem XVIII

You speak

different languages

between

the morning

and

the night,

and I love

the way

my name

sounds

in every

single

one

of them.

(Happy Valentine’s Day.)