Category: Love Poems
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birds
The birds outside my window are not newhaving made their nest in the porch lightfor seasons nowever returningunmindful of the snake belowperhaps because they know he is an empty threatall staring eyeand no fangand I am grateful for itbecause their assured homebuildinggifts me with a song I never new I misseduntil spring comes and I…
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Night Music
He reaps what others sow when he plays the tune that only the ghosts can hear. The leftover lives that others spilled at his feet were not his blood to bear and yet, and yet. I listen to that music and can find nothing but a command to peace, nothing but a desire for rest,…
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Waking Desire
Spring’s ache; a thicket of greenscent, of wild, vining delights. I dreamt of you in a bower of thornless wild rose, in a bedding of fragrant mosses, in a twine of budding buttercup and bittersweet. Fool’s love, that which comes in heady, perfumed and sudden, a stag’s charge, all trembling fingers and dropped-jaw wet panting.…
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un/make
when was it exactly that you lost the threaddropped a stitch or twocan you unravel it back to a timecan you find your place againtake it all apartrip the seamsremake the beginninghow do you pull at the hemsdecide to start overwhat happens ifthere is no one left to spin the yarnhow do you know ifyou…
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Incredible/Terrible
I am incredible at falling in love. I do it every day, in fits and starts, in great gasping leaps. I strain to reach aching depths of it, sing for it, laugh with it, delight in the trip and fall of it. I breathe poetry and taste spunsugarsweetness. I fall in love with ease, devouring…