There are some nights that the thought of you or even your name do not leave the sleeve of my shirt alone. It pulls like a kitten. Tonight is like that. I no longer question if it is you trying to reach me, to communicate. I am flooded with desire to see you. To…
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I don’t know what else to do, so I am turning you into a poem
I don’t know what else to do So I am turning you into a poem I am here to remind you That is what you were made for The girl whose hands turned my blood to gold You are a poem I can no longer say out loud But inside inside me your name is…
16 notes to love
How do you write a love note over the phone? Do you text? Do you punch in a seemingly infinite line of emoticon flowers and heart shapes. God no. Or would you send an audio note? Croak your husky, raspy hormonally-charged dedications into a metal mouthpiece? Would you maybe just call the object of your…
Why I will write you four letters in one night
Because I cannot keep away from you. Because my nights are yours in thought and memory of the morning before, of the unexpected detonation of desire beneath the sheets at 6:49 am. Because my days are filled with disinterest and wild distractions both. Because your lips keep the memory of my tongue pressed upon them like…
I find you in the unlikeliest places
I find you in the unlikeliest spaces. In my pockets, where the spare change you handed me, still jingles cheerfully. Or, at dawn when the morning peeks out from the clouds and reminds me of the sunrise in your eyes. And you are there in the folds of my laughter Resting in the belly of my lids….
I live in poetry when I live in love with you
And try as I might (and will), I will not find home nor the peace that comes with it until I have you ensconced in my arms again. I wait and yet, try not to live as though in wait. I live; perhaps I only exist and I continue only because there is the…
For Good
I know now that whatever happens from this day forward, we will never be the same again. Our lives have been changed by love; touched, moved, jolted, emboldened. And we are changing still. I don’t know where we are going but in a way we are there already. This is not living, this is…