Will time perhaps begin to dull the edge Of sharpened pain, bled long into the night? The clock has stronger powers, some allege Than any form of salve or balm despite The tempting call of sleep or drink or ought Which promises to soothe the deepest pain. The arms of…
It's out of you whence flows my joy and fear In equal measure. Life is made of this. I'm seized with fear and gripped with joy in turn To know that you are mine and very near. Your heartbeat next to mine is like a kiss;…
I wish I had a heart that's after yours. I wish I was more patient, soft, and kind. I wish my spirit walked in step, forbore The harshest suffering with peace of mind. But the process is painstaking slow Than ever it has been in me so far.…
And why the hell unleashed through tiny gates When heaven is the destined end of us? Come, answer this: what justice comes too late To rescue sufferers? Why treat me thus? Alas, for though you doled out life from trees, We took bad fruit and unlocked doors to hell and…
"Just let me drown," he said without a wince. A warm sea, a warm tea, they are the same. You left me then, I have not seen you since. The coffee cup steam seems to spell your name Curling, dark, and warm--I am embraced But drowning nonetheless. Come…
Among the women who have left a mark Indelible and striking as the stars There shall remain the ones who stirred my heart To fierce ambitions, waging well their wars Both global and, yes, personal. But some Remain a summer breeze; a gentle brook And stir but softly, low and…
And here I stand on cliff's edge one last time. Perhaps I leap; and yet perhaps I climb. There's no more to be said for where I stand, In solitude and guarded all around. The very cosmos may well fill my hands As I, the two-fold…