to me
surrender
I demand only
what you’d never give
why resist when
they’ll never
believe

My name, your favorite profanity
Drips slowly from a twisted sneer
Curling like cigarette smoke

My name, in company of praises
Will not issue from your mouth now
Delight a burned-out candle

My name, your favorite profanity
Thrown in violence, in anger
Curses all who knew us

soft rustle
kittens peer out
of cardboard nesting

crumbs fall
two old men sit
watching sparrows

soft rustle
kittens peer out
of cardboard nesting

crumbs fall
two old men sit
watching sparrows

I love to see your thoughts
spread in darkened lines across the page
take form in an abstract grace

I love to see your words appear
written in warm breath across the cold
wrapping my name in mist

I long to see the world made new
lit gloriously, reflecting in your eyes
spoken in hushed reverent tones

I love to see you sitting there
curled up with a book I found with you in mind
fixed with intent on the world inside