to be in love
is to feel shivers
of explosions beneath
your eyelids
when you close them
to your love.
Category Archives: love
Elton John for Valentine’s day (haiku)
wine bottle tenor
singing “Ballarina -a”
to a dim lit floor.
(to some, this is a perfect evening – you know who you are)
untitled 3 (the thrill is in me imagining your gaze)
the thrill is in
me imagining your gaze
as a fleck of sunlight
graces the table of my face
angles shadows like puppets
caught dancing
without strings
free to accept and love deeply.
if i should die tonight, he says
he says if i should die tonight
know that
i’ve always
loved the curl
of your lip
and to my grave
i will take
the soft curve
of your hip.
love lost (never had)
love lost (and never had)
reappeared in a dream
the same car my driving hand
pounding nervous on the leather
of the steering wheel
while the other
twirled with your left in air
-the space between, unspoken-
fingers of each folding
over again and again
palms pressed and teased
together apart together
until you leave, step outside into
a space of darkness
and i double over myself
in the wrenching realization.
your voice (glistens)
your voice crashes
over me like waves
it roars and collapses
and recedes leaves me
parched, thirsty.
it pulls with the tides
it glistens in the moonlight
a rip tide it pulls me out
further and further.
[circa the “zen” journal 2005]
unattainable
“i wish i had met you first”
words that tumble
head over heels
backwards
in a tragic accident
that lands with a thud,
a sloppy mess…
and a hand reaching
two far inches from
the soft skin of my cheek.
a thousand reasons (haiku)
a thousand reasons
rational logical yet
set aside, dusty.
grass is always greener
all it takes:
one soft ocean wave
one swift approaching storm
one sandy toe
one face leaned back
it’s enough,
those dark brown eyes
one quick glance
one wrong word
one minute alone
one single
flutter of the belly
is enough to…
the art of waving goodbye
he looked at her like she was the most beautiful
woman, spotlighted inspiration,
but when she caught him
he looked away fast, averting,
it was then
she pressed her hand
forcefully through air
determined,
long fingers straining for
that fine art of
waving goodbye,
pressed her hand
and let it stain the air
strain the silence of an unspoken
conversation
that always ended so
abruptly… suddenly…
…
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