Marsha Singh

Marsha Singh Dec 2010

Bonfire

This is how we love:
First with fire, then without.
Who was tending the embers?

Marsha Singh Dec 2010

Accomplice

The wrong thing
seduces the heart
into a quiet corner
and the right thing
kills it.

Marsha Singh Dec 2010

You obviously don't speak silence
or you would have heard me say

*Stay.

Marsha Singh Dec 2010

I'm not good for you.

I'm better at seduction

than love; love is hard.

Marsha Singh Dec 2010

Crush #2

Evening swells and spills
across his back and farther.
I collect handfuls.

Marsha Singh Dec 2010

Crush

If an easy rain
would make the rocks slippery,
he would hold my hand.

Marsha Singh Dec 2010

every night I burn for you
is each and every night
and
every poem I write for you
is every poem I write.