Shapelessness of Love

I am a logical person
I think in polygons and geometry
But you come around and the shapes fall apart
Into meaningless squiggles on a page.
There is nothing more beautiful than the shapelessness of love.

Mornings Together

I’m tired of the nights together;
I want the intimacy of watching the rising sun with you

Blood on Cupid’s Arrow

There is blood on Cupid’s Arrow
From where I yanked it from my heart
I refuse to fall in love again
It makes for extremely painful art

Sharing an Umbrella

It starts with sharing an umbrella
And ends with sharing our lives

Worship

My darling, the angels themselves
Could sing your praises and it wouldn’t
Be considered blasphemous

Eye of the Storm

It’s in the eye of my storm
That I find myself with you

Your Name in All of My Poems

No matter what I write, you influence me
It’s your voice reading the words in my head
It’s your breath in the wind
And I find your name in all of my poems