Your love is steam
that floats effortlessly
through the air,
it’s missed when away.
And your love is ice,
solid, yes,
and cold enough to
keep another heart alive.
Your love is water,
a drink, a way, a rain
in this drought.
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Amended
Your words are music
to the ears of all,
your unique perspective
a joy oft forgotten.
sing any song you like
so long as it is not your own
Strung Along
Tie it up pretty
with a ribbon,
curled by the edge
of sharp scissors
that should have
cut the string
rather than
encouraged a vain
sense of beauty
and gift giving
Half of the Time
My heart’s only in it half of the time,
the other half fast fades away
but then for a bit, a moment sublime,
it goes along with the charade.
A bittersweet vision dancing in light,
a vision undoubtedly you,
but fast does it fade and try as I might
my world fades to a shade of blue.
Selective Memory
I forgot that rain
could come down
by the bucket full
upon my head
just like I forgot about
the extreme heat
of a summer day
or the piercing cold
of a winter one.
For a moment I forgot
I was growing older
and forgot the many
memories I had
before this point in time.
I forgot to remember ,
I forgot to forget.
For a moment I forgot
about the lack of perfection
in this brief lifetime
and I had a perfect
day with you.
The Eyes Have It
The eyes have it.
Yours didn’t.
Do I stay
or do I go?
I didn’t know.
Now we both exist,
we live our lives–good lives!–
but we cross paths
with passing glances.
I don’t need to know
but I sure want to.
Do we course correct,
do we connect, do we
throw all caution without care,
do we carry on
as two unpaired?
What’s the story
hidden there?
Is it one
you want to share?
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When the Poets Run Out of Things to Say
The saddest word
I ever heard
I heard of just today
that loving her
was to defer
more love to self some way.
How crude,
how worn,
how deep forlorn
that view of love so flawed!
How evident
of life that’s spent
in vanity’s own fraud.
If only you
could see right through
that lie you’re holding close
then you might see
despairingly
it’s not love that you’ve imposed . . .
Manifest Destiny
Long moments of time
spent looking off
into the
distance,
content
until the time
is hunted down
like buffalo–
temporary wall mounts
nowhere near the majestic
reality roaming free before
At the End of the World, Turn Left
Nowhere has to be somewhere
but somewhere between here and there
we lost our way again.
You joked that you “know where”
this nowhere was
and I smiled with a bloody lip.
We didn’t know where we were
or where we would end up
and the map we drew
cut off the roads to Rome.
Was this the beginning or the end?
No, where was this going?
Know where this was going.
The path lay straight ahead
but the ditches looked like fun.
One Bad Thing
She never had
one bad thing to say
until she walked away
with this curse
upon her lips:
“May you get
exactly
what you want.”
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