Tag Archives: poetry
On The First Night
The rituals of our love have grown tiresome — you wake me every day with a kiss, and put me to bed every night with the same lullabye. You bite into my heart every day as though it will never … Continue reading
Its Broken Tattoo
If I had known that you would be so cold, I would not have held the door for Death. I would not have invited Him in and asked you to meet him. If I had known your radiance would turn … Continue reading
You Are Distant
I remember you, hot feverskin against cold shiversnow. I remember you, iceblond and magnificient, and you would hold ice cubes in your mouth before you put your tongue against me, and laugh around me as I shook, as I writhed, … Continue reading
With Apologies to Crane, et al
I am not always reminded of you (in truth, less than you might imagine, but more than I like, still) but when I am, I find myself overwhelmed with remembering you as older than I am now, rather than older … Continue reading
To See Your Face
I remember the time you wanted it more than I did. It was maybe the once, and when it was over you still made me feel like you’d done me the world’s most darling favor by letting me get you … Continue reading