A spark leans close—
whispers once to the dark
and poetry listens
catching fire
with a nascent breath.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 5:01 PM UTC
Lithe as breath—
the flame bends
never breaks—
a matchstick’s dance
poised on ash.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC
The streetlight
limns her—
with heat
and hope—
a pale sketch
of hips that bend
and beckon
that's how her body
balances
when she's waiting
for eyes to land.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 4:20 PM UTC
Stay without a word
storm clouds pass above her smile
My arms open wide
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 3:28 AM UTC
I said forever
with a voluble tongue
and for some reason,
despite no voluable trust,
she believed
easy to open,
easier to discard.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC