Firestone Friday: Poem XIX

But how

many times

will we

create people

in a moment

of love

to live

in a world

of hate?

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.

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.)

Cold Embrace

Standing

in the

brutal air

of a blizzard,

I think,

longingly,

how

unexpectedly

fortunate

the flakes are

to have fallen

where you sit,

caressing you

as they descend.

Startled,

I look down

to find myself

standing

in a pool of water;

the snow has melted.