sounds of morning

The sounds of morning,Of dogs barking and bird-song,Of my stifled yawns.

foggy roads

Foggy morning roads,Billow out from sleeping towns,The breath of soft dreams.

Left Behind

A light kiss against your ear,That you nuzzle into, laughing, fun, A speck of black nail polish, That you'd pick at, then laugh when I'd watchA pendant you often touch,That you said to never ask about,A sad sort of expression,That you might have thought you hid from meA little lists of your things,Left behind in … Continue reading Left Behind →

Desiderium

Dark images form pools on a white field. Film developing. Your face, obscured.

Wildflowers, Maples

I love these girls who livea relationship, a moment,but I am old and covet the way,that maples grow among wildflowers.Not to say they are not beautiful,but the shade is sweetbeneath red-tinged leaves.

Sweet January

I cannot remember a time when January did not bring me dread,I am, after all, a child of the new year, of deep winter, of power outages,of "don't be greedy for your birthday, it was only just Christmas,"and other such memories that secretly made me wish I was a Spring Child(Queue the laughter from my … Continue reading Sweet January →

How to Say

"J'adore,"I wanted to say,Between your troubled sighs,and lovely exasperations.Seeking romance and surprisevia photos, text-flirtations,how else would you like to bedisappointed?

reincatnation

If I had a choice,I'd like to return a cat,and lounge in the sun.And the lady I live with,Would treat me most handsomely.

wool cap

Wretched spindle turn,Tangle into a black mass,Rob the sky my eyes.Warmly I shall wear it, then,Even after your love fades.

moonlit painting

Scarlet ink splatters,Pale snow deepens a blue hue,An artist's brush falls.