original work, poetry


No use asking now
if we ever loved.
Someone said
you’ve gone back
and I suspect I’m falling in love
with someone else. We haven’t spoken
in over a year. You’re on my mind, sometimes,

He feels like home, and I think he could
love me too. I remember holding you here
in my bed as nightmares shook your body
and you went still and calm in my arms. I might have
felt like home to you in that moment. I’ve forgotten
how holding you felt.

Did we ever really touch
or did our hands only come close enough
to feel each other’s heat?

After you and before him there are others
I didn’t love. If someone tells you anything
about me now, know that you left
a hole in me that took time to fill. Don’t bother
with the rest.

Wherever you have gone
all my mourners have gone too
and left this heart of mine
I have joined to his.

original work, poetry


Of all of your features
your eyes like jewels set
in your skull I know the best.
I’ve seen a hundred times
eyes described as yours
are, eyes like sapphires,
like diamonds, eyes I could
pry free and set in a ring.
The sentimental and love
stricken have said your eyes
are every celestial body
burning holy fire, blinding
and hot beyond touch. Even I
have spoken before
of a boy with killing eyes
I couldn’t bear to catch,
and your eyes have my heart
consumed in flames I would
have thought incompatible
with life. If I knew what love was
I think it would be this.