I am wayward,
have always been.
Yet I'm one sleep
away from you,

& I'm still:
still as the night leaf,
still as the larch post.
still as the new moon.

Here is the pool
of evening,
come to take this
waiting from me.

I am wayward,
have always been -
but for you, lovely one,
I am patient as saints.

It’s just another morning
that looks a lot
like yesterday.

Yep,
I ****** up
I lost my head
you can either
blame me
hate me or
forgive me
leave me
or still love me
instead.

my heart has not yet missed a beat
if it ever were to
it would only be
because you three
were out of arms reach
to me

I am
a very expensive example
of who
not to fall in love with
you’re welcome!

we all long to write a poem
full of wisdom and wit
Shakespeare did
full of words
just like this
love and betrayal
men and entrails
lips
ruby red
lust, rarely led
passion
emotion
hurt
rarely fed
by emotions
barely said

I am slow
to the table of love
I am always
a beat behind
beautiful
but less inclined.