I
can
hear
my
kingdom
crumbling
in
your
voice.
Tag: love
Firestone Friday: Poem XVII
I think
we reject
our exes
because our
romantic relationships
offer the most
intimate look
at humanity,
and we’d rather
believe exes
are broken
than concede
that it is
the human heart
— individually and collectively —
that is repulsive.
On Drinking
How
are you
my
steaming mug
of coffee,
my
hot-day
lemonade,
and my
whiskey
on the rocks?
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Safe
Do we connect
with lovers
because we
feel safe,
at least,
while they
hold us
gently
in their mouths?
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVII
You are a radiant paradox,
making me to
cherish the memory
of the past
and the potential
of the future,
being the calm
in my storm
and the storm
in my calm.
Movement
With a thousand poems,
I try to tell you
how I feel about you,
but, with every failed lyric,
it’s clearer that
my passion
can only be expressed
with movement.
Space for Expression
But what is a relationship
without the freedom
of self-expression?
If you so smother
your partner
that she cannot
be herself,
you have lost your partner,
and she, truly,
should lose hers.
On Fire
But how
can you
put fire
in my veins
and tell me
you don’t like
the smell
of smoke?
One
I would demonstrate
that I’m thankful
to be with you,
but I cannot be “with” you;
we are one —
I am you,
and you are me.
A Thing That Howls
I’ve been
known as
reserved
quiet
reticent.
They would
hardly
recognize me,
now that you’ve
turned me
into a thing
that howls.
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