I earmark his body with my tongue

so I can come back and indulge

in all the different parts of him

that always tell me the same story

Oh, I could read him all day if he’d let me

smell the scent left on his pages by

the ink of my love

and swallow his words as if I needed them

to breathe again.




Comfortable in the haze
and dancing shadows

Blending with colors that don’t yet have a name

And with things that shouldn’t be seen
Nor said;
With his fading scent on my sheets,
The intensity with which I sometimes crave his kiss
the sense of peace that fills me when he’s near

But don’t speak, dear

With that knot in your throat-
If you use your eyes instead of words
Then you’ll really have my heart

Give me syllables,
If you must
But give me real
Give me good
Give me you
And all the rest,
All of it
Or give me nothing-

give me nothing at all.

Summer Time

I could hear the sound of flowing water

And a melody of hundreds of crickets

Accompanied by chirping birds

And every now and then,

A barking dog for good measure


The sun had gone down into the horizon

It’s light lingering around the mountains

Cloaking them with a beautiful light

What I imagine peace would look like

If it could be seen


My bare legs craved the sun

And my toes fidgeted

Remembering once again the feeling of grass beneath them


The air crisp

Mountain fresh

And in the pale blue sky,

I counted only three clouds


I’ve been waiting for this day

For this moment

For you

Like a bride on her wedding night


Oh, Summer

You’re all mine.