When I was an adolescent my body became me. Its heavy awkwardness was constant and undeniable. Everything bad was caused but my cumbersome material. The bodies outside of me barely existed as the reflection of a candle is of no concern to the flame. I lost that body. In Italy. Rome particular. Where the ancient [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Love’
Is
Posted in Poetry, tagged cold nose, is, Italy, kiss, Love, mythology, ontology, Woman on November 23, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
What Lovers Love
Posted in Poetry, tagged Child, grandfather, Love on April 22, 2010 | 5 Comments »
I push her curly red hair away from her eyes, the ghosts of my grandfather acting through genetics. Her freckles are so numerous they would cover the sky if they were stars. She looks curious but wise. She looks at her father. Like her father. She looks alive. More alive than any other I’ve ever [...]
The Highest Music
Posted in Poetry, tagged acoustics, Love, man, music, Plato, shower, singing, Woman on March 31, 2010 | 4 Comments »
She sings amidst artificial rain to clean her. Soap suds gossamer robes and sterile acoustics. A love song, her lover can’t hear, it is a celebration of him, a contemplation of their shared history and it is for her dreams only.
Hidden Connections
Posted in Poetry, tagged bed, Heraclitus, Love, making love, man, marble, pieces, Woman on March 26, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Her fingers carve tracks in his naked back. Weightless flakes of marble collecting underneath. She sees what she makes.
Deer Reactions
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged deers, driving, home, Love, Volvo, Woman on November 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Tires as flat as the world grip misanthropic back roads. Conjured fog and fawns get their curves caught in the on-coming. For every deer that stares into the abyss there is another that flees into the Dantean forests to live, with or without our guidance. A deer has confused this path for a river as [...]
The Last First Kiss
Posted in Poetry, tagged apartment, Dialogue, Drugs, first, last, Love, romance on September 27, 2009 | 4 Comments »
It was in her apartment, that cradle of art and of error that a first kiss peeled like wall paper in hot wet summer. We got to like that sticky feeling because it blurred where we started and each other began. The television was too evasive so we turned to your phonograph. The record skipped [...]
Lost and Losing
Posted in Poetry, tagged friendship, life, Living, losing, Love, owls, work on September 25, 2009 | 2 Comments »
The unlived life is not worth examining and though it is better to have loved it is better to have lived than to never have felt pain or the loneliness that comes with having friends and lovers like owls. They leave when the sun is up with work to be done so that the sand [...]
Who Are You Convincing?
Posted in Poetry, tagged hate, healing, hurting, Love on July 21, 2009 | 7 Comments »
The hesitation in your voice means you are pulling from the pile of countless ways to say I love you and it might be a while because you don’t like lying about what you feel but don’t mind implying enough to make my hope dumbfound me. You think you have spared me or fooled me, [...]
Nothing Works Around Here
Posted in Aubade, Poetry, tagged conversation, life, Love, mistakes, Woman on July 4, 2009 | 4 Comments »
“Good morning” a voice still scarred by prides defeat. “I spent last night drinking alone,” reason retreats when you succumb to yourself. The phone is silent not knowing why after two years I have emerged from an empty glass to wake my Sleeping Beauty – a kiss at last. I feel the receiver blushing when [...]
