#23. Tell Me Where The Hope Lives

You touch my cheek

and cup it in your

warm and big hands.

I lean into you

responding to your touch

after so long.

But I hesitate and

pull back.

Your hand doesn’t move

and I look at you.

Something in your expression

I think it was your eyes

makes me cry and smile

at the same time

and you pull me to you

hold me tight

and whisper a promise

in my ear.

“Never again.”


#29: Legacies of Ruin

Your mouth hangs open

at the huge box of gifts.

I angle the camera on the tripod

towards you.

I want to be able to cherish forever.

Any lover would be

content with just that look

on your face.

But not me.

I have more in store

and I can’t wait

to let you experience it.

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#24: Temptation between my teeth


You need little naughty in life, fictional or not.

I drag my fingers across

the surface, collecting dark substance

on my fingertips.

She watches my,

carefully, and gauges my expression as

I put them in my mouth,

moan with the pure pleasure

of having to taste

the best chocolate ever made.

Picture credits: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2585441/Go-naughty-Quetzalcoatls-chocolate-cake.html


#23: The sheets remember you

I feel your absence


In the air around me,

In the bookshelf where your books lay


In the bathroom sink, where all your toiletries

sit half full and unused.

In the kitchen, where all your baking supplies

gather dust.

In the dusty cable TV.

In the curtains.

In the two-seater sofa.

In the balcony, where we sat and read.

In our bed, next to me.

#21: Motel Pools after 2

I have no idea. Please forgive me for the bad poem.

I stare at you from

across the surface of the water

you, swimming naked

and me, in shorts,

dangling my feet.

You make your way to me,

hold my gaze

and my hand,

and pull me forward.