Your love
wakes me up
and
lulls me
to sleep,
and I
can
scarcely wait
for tomorrow.
Tag: passion
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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Safe
Do we connect
with lovers
because we
feel safe,
at least,
while they
hold us
gently
in their mouths?
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.
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.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVI
“What do you have to offer me?” she asked.
Nervously, I answer:
“I function within an economy
of words,
and I can offer you
a library
of books
written about the way
you look tonight.”
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