You saved me,
time and time again.

with every kiss
you breathe new life into me
and my heart,
you add kindling
to the fire.

I burn and I burn
but I do not go out,
and whether I destroy
or create
is up to you
and your decision
to stay.

I hate showing you
the visions of my past
but with every kiss,
my past gets a little darker,
and our future gets
a little brighter.

when
I am
the only one
awake
and the wind
is blowing
through the night
my heart stutters
I have lost
balance
in both
my feet
and
my soul
I cannot say
I possess
the necessary courage
to open myself
to the blatant order
of time
as another year
prepares to add
the mantle
of its responsibility --
I am stopped
by a thought
that if you listen
echoes
over the years

the only thing
old about you
is your age


Cori Gershon

he liked it black
scalding his tongue
to wake to pain rather
than wait for caffeine’s
slow tugging

that was his way
while she lay on crumpled sheets
breathing the air they scented
with their raw rolling

he wanted a reminder
a scorched tongue to bring him back
to his solitude--to remind him
their naked chants cast a spell

that lasted no longer
than the moon’s arc if they were lucky enough
to be fooled their union meant immortality

rather than a desperate throbbing
in fading light, with him closing his eyes
to avoid her stare

and her wondering where
he went in the aftermath of lust while
she slept with dripping dreams…

she only knew
what he said each new morn:
he liked it black

When burnt rays of
amber sunlight ooze through
my white window blinds
on a Sunday morning,
it's easy to fall in love with life.
At 2 AM on another sleepless
week night, you make it impossible.

If you weren't real, I'd make you up.
I'd spill my heart like rivers run.
I'd throw away your yesterdays
And write your name in outer space
With stars.