You told me to stop letting my emotions run away from me. But how can I? Herding cats in the dark with one arm tied behind my back would be easier than controlling these feelings I have for you.

Burnt Toast

A wisp of smoke

in morning sun,

a slice of toast,

ignored, forgotten.

Left to burn—

its meaning lost,

the slow decay

of happiness,

from golden brown

to cinder black.

Not even honey

can take away

the bitter aftertaste.

When depression

is served up,

in bite-sized pieces.

A Slow Pirouette

You took my hand and made it yours. Guiding my fingers beneath the hem of your panties. Showing me exactly how you wanted to be touched—like a ballerina in the spotlight doing a slow pirouette.

Crazy

It was the fear

of losing you,

that drove me away—

I realize now

just how crazy

that sounds.

It was my insecurity,

my self-doubt,

that slowly trapped me—

like a straightjacket

tailor-made for one.

And not even

your undying love

could free me—

from myself.

Never Close Enough

There’s no denying we had chemistry and a strong desire to be together. Yet somehow you were never willing to make a commitment. Close but never close enough.

Like walking on a tightrope in high heels.

We Didn’t Fall in Love

We didn’t fall in love—

it was more like

the slow descent

of a feather

on a windless day.

A leaky tap

filling an ocean,

drip by drip.

Like our world

had forgotten

how to turn.

In a universe

high on morphine.

Happy New Year

Years may come and go but my love for you is a never-ending fireworks show.

Perhaps

The inability to be decisive—

to ponder love

with no conclusion,

to give hope

when all is hopeless,

there is no divide

more divisive.

Never Again

You asked me to give you a second chance and all you gave me back was a repeated mistake.

Unforgettable

I can still

remember when—

we carved our love

into the bark

of winter trees.

Your smile

never forgotten—

always found.

Wandering—

in the forest

of past lovers.

Black Rain

The pitter-patter

of droplets bleak,

no end in sight,

no grief complete—

this endless sorrow

of which I speak.

How Love Feels

A lull in the storm. The sparkle of sunshine held by the rain. This is how love feels. Just when you thought everything was lost.

Screaming Sex

Swirling smoke

from the last drag

on a dying joint.

You strike a pose

wearing black leather

crotchless panties.

Giving me—that look.

Doe-eyed innocence

meets bitten lip.

Beautifully perverse,

breathtaking—

a silent surrender.

Screaming sex

without saying

a single word.

Rebellious Spirit

Love is a rebellious spirit that doesn’t seek permission or ask for approval.

Unbreakable

Thrown sticks

and hurled stones,

all the fucking lies

and dirty tricks—

never let them

break you.

Inside Every Cherry