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.

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.

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.

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.”

 

Firestone Friday: Poem XI

Without your touch,

I forget my place.

And I find my world barren

absent your embrace.

Without you, I am lonely

with a loneliness that kills.

But with you, darling,

I’m lonelier still.