You are
the only one
to love me
hard enough
to stir the dust
from my heart,
to shake
the shadows
from its corners.
Tag: passion
Night and Day
Your love
wakes me up
and
lulls me
to sleep,
and I
can
scarcely wait
for tomorrow.
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.
On the Future
I hope
you never
ask me
how you look.
How ridiculous
is it
going to be
when
” like my future”
comes out
before I can
stop it?
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVIII
I
can
hear
my
kingdom
crumbling
in
your
voice.
On Drinking
How
are you
my
steaming mug
of coffee,
my
hot-day
lemonade,
and my
whiskey
on the rocks?
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