Love

 

Alphabet soup settles,

 

beguiles, during rainy cold

 

churning with exes and ohs

 

dancers in memory

 

exclaims of thorn and rose;

 

 

 

forget me, forget me not:

 

Gerbera, Daisy, Peony  

 

holds the eye to

 

illuminate petals

 

jarred in metal and glass

 

 

 

Kisses’ wet imprint

 

lost under debris and touch:

 

manmade, fabricated, rushed,

 

natural, earthy, a simmering broth

 

opens chambers heavy in locks

 

 

 

Quotes from Shakespeare,

 

“Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

 

“Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?”

 

“The course of true love never did run smooth.”

 

“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.”

 

 

 

Verity is best with diamonds and poems

 

warming in a bowl, letters,

 

Xeroxing the thoughts in her head:

 

yesterday, today, and tomorrow

 

Zigs and zags to fill a ceramic night.

 

What Can I Say

What Can I Say

about that day

you left treads

to mark the start

of scuffed roads

to map the toll

bared that day.

Only that I miss

your smile today

when the days end

that I can’t suspend.

To remember times

when we used to play

amongst the bales

of…hey, you stole

my ruby shoes.

Lost to bandits now,

smoke in the woods.

You hid best in blades

of grass to remove

eyes skipped over you

pebbles the gap

to stich your lost breath.