Red wine 
Dark chocolate 
A warm night 
Love and lust

The moon winks 
The stars hide 
The clouds pink
In crimson blush 

Summer breeze 
Candles flicker 
Flames dance 
All is shed 

You burn me softly 
With your love 
And fire me 
With kisses red

Sheets tangle
In silken passion 
There's you 
And there's me 

More than romance 
Is romance 
'Tis love in rhythm 
And sweet poetry

Talk of the town,
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night,
Her eyes always puffy and red,
Her mouth always wobbling
but that doesn't stop her
from being talk of the town.

Talk of the town,
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night,
She remembers why she's seen
like a rat, or spider,
and everyone avoids her but
she's closer and closer.

Talk of the town.
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night,
A body is found in a river,
Was it suicide or ****** or just
an accident?
One thing is for sure:
She is the talk of the town,
Face of the day,
Gossip of the night.

If I was to write about her I would write about her skin-- how it was the color and texture of cashmere,
or how her eyes were deep and dark like the universe,
pupils like black holes in the very center.
I could write about her wild personality,
or all those summer nights we stayed up until the sun came up and scolded us for the bags under our eyes.
But this isn't a love poem, you see
when I was sixteen I went crazy.
I fell down the rabbit hole and landed hard against the cold asphalt at the bottom.
I fell in love with a girl but just for a little while, because eventually it became increasingly evident that she and I were two different breeds.
But for that brief moment as I stripped my clothes off for them-- her boyfriend and her--
I came alive under the blue fluorescent lights.
We bonded through three things-- ***, alcohol and drugs.
And now every time I kiss a bottle or hit a ****

I think of her

they could scream from the
rooftops
or put it in songs
recite me their poetry
and talk all night long
none of it mattered
their pleas were left unheard

because one look from your eyes
was still
louder than words.

Without Love

Where would we be now?
Right here, perhaps.

There's chaos in the streets and confusion in our hearts and fear, oh so much fear.

Too much fear.
There is far too much fear.

We need to find a way-
let everyone have their say.

Love conquers all.
Love brings down walls.

Hate divides
like a disease multiplies.

Love is the cure.
Extend yourself in kindness,
why not?

What have we got to lose
besides our humanity?