she dreams of serengeti in the folds of her winter gown where kings and queens cross winds in fertile bliss parading in raffia robes and organic crown she nests in the blue of its iris as amber breath climbs the limbs of every tree, her eyes rest upon the naked scars of the acacia toContinue reading “winter gown”
Category Archives: Poems
sanctum
gifts caressed from our swollen lips beneath this our found sanctum
hollow: a haiku
hollow paths glitter beyond a yellow brick road unadorned jewels wait I remember this day when I happened upon this view very vividly for two reasons. One, it was the first time my son stood beside me with his own camera after finding his own interest in photography. Two, it was the first time IContinue reading “hollow: a haiku”
afterglow
in the perfume of dawn i sprawl in naked wander in the wake of he for his touch sheds my worry as leaves floating from the fall tree his kiss returns the waterfall that bathes the season in me and i, in budding refrain, need but whisper please, please before you leave won’t you grazeContinue reading “afterglow”
come
come back with me
let those shy eyes fall
as lips remember the taste
of that place
that glass city by the sea
wake
lost in the depths of your lilac blue, i curl round the stilled river of you unfurling my buttons from a winter wed beneath woodlace and hawthorne where my heart has fled across the meadow, beyond the thistle and dawn’s rise i am the narcissus in wait a paled for too long desire that growsContinue reading “wake”
waltz
the lord of her dawnin the throes of fire, claimsa waltz in the figments of a hundred shadesthat slip between them as invisible rain as the ash settles in silky psalm and drops to earth redrawnthey close their eyes to the thin placesand find their lost love song Driving home with my Mom, during thatContinue reading “waltz”
one hundred love sonnets xvii : a poem by pablo Neruda
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as one loves certain obscure things,secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carriesthe light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,and thanks to your loveContinue reading “one hundred love sonnets xvii : a poem by pablo Neruda”
synthesis
we etched sonnets on the trees and drank midnight in the river every time we held hands this forest in me where we carved our initials and etched sonnets on the trees where we drank of midnight from the river gorged of our dreams ….how quiet you’ve become i trace our letters, i whisper aContinue reading “synthesis”
a letter from eros
love is unconditionally true, as newborn eyes looking back at you love is quiet, on a rainy day when holding hands seems to braid colors into the gray love is patient, when voice is lost strength in understanding at every cost love is a fighter when battles concede finding equal footing, a tug of warContinue reading “a letter from eros”