Tag: romance

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.”

 

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XI

Dizzy,

I run my fingers through your hair,

thinking that

you press

further through me

with every stroke.

I think

I am playing with your hair,

but it is me,

me,

who is being played with.

Writing Cursive

As an ink pen,

you express yourself

in graceful, flowing strokes,

and I, your parchment,

would let you practice

your cursive

until you mastered

every letter.

(And, between letters,

I lament

that the alphabet

has only 26.)

Firestone Friday: Poem XIII

I can tell

by my heartbeat

that there’s

something in you

that makes my body

to slam

against its very walls.

 

Talismans

Words are talismans

from the places

we’ve traveled

and the people

we’ve been,

and the word

I carry in my chest,

favored above all,

is your

name.

On Love Poetry

If you dismiss 
romantic writings 
as insipid or vacant 
or banal, 
I won’t say 
“what’s poetry 
without love?”
I’ll ask 
“what’s love 
without poetry?” 

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.

On Romantic Novels

I used to read

romance novels

in a fit of fantasy,

living through the characters,

indulging in their dalliance.

Now I read them

as a sort of tragedy;

tales of two lovers

who will never experience

that look in your eyes.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XI

She’s a brilliant moon

and, oh,

how I long for the night.