Love, Parting From Our Lips

•January 14, 2010 • 2 Comments

We stand outside in freezing air

Exhaling tiny clouds that slowly drift together

Mingling

Becoming one

It lingers for a while

Then disappears

The moment your lips touch mine

Her Reflection in Tears

•January 3, 2010 • 9 Comments

Why hast thou forsaken me?

My words fall on deaf ears

I am reminded in your silence

Every waking moment without a word

Not a word

I hold my breath as countless hours pass

Days pass

I pass

Piece by aching piece

I am consumed by my despair

I know of nothing else

Mes larmes sont sans fin

Mon Amour

Her Evening Skin

•December 20, 2009 • 3 Comments

Oil on 16×20

Blood Moon

•December 6, 2009 • 2 Comments

Cover the stars

Blot out the moon

As if my grief were not enough for you

Every night you appear

And I wake with a fresh wound

You haunt me

Casting shadows in my soul

Staring at me mockingly

While I lie awake

Unable to avert my eyes

Afraid they may never close again

Away harrowing moon!

My eyes are as heavy as my heart

Leave me in my darkness

Let me rest in peace

Let me find my sleep

Let me dare to dream

I Came Tumbling After

•November 25, 2009 • 2 Comments

Am I the one always falling down?

Stumbling blindly over an out-stretched heart

An obstacle of some sort

A woman

 

I pay no attention to where I land

What damage I may cause

Irreversible

Permanent

 

I tend only to my wounds

Skinned hand and knees

Bruised ego:

Look at me

Look at what you have done

I’m broken

Are you listening?


I find my footing and I rise

Searching for you

In your sadness

In your silence

In the dark

 

You cry out for help from far away

Still lying where I left you…

In pieces

I ask myself

Am I the one always falling down?

Or am I the one doing the pushing?

My Heart Unravels

•November 15, 2009 • 3 Comments

Even my words have abandoned me

 

Unmoved by my silence

Unaware of my presence

You walk away

 

My cruel, taunting little words

Tethered to your feet

Bound by the only thread

Holding my stitches in place

 

Oh how I wish you would glance back

If only just to watch as I unravel

 

Unabridged

•November 12, 2009 • 2 Comments

How do we choose the bits and pieces of ourselves

We wish to reveal to others?

Do we come pre-packaged like a demo?

Shrink-wrapped and labeled

Ready to be handed out to anyone asking for a copy

Or do we finger through our stack of vinyls

Looking for a rare recording

 

I think my love is a handwritten manuscript

A thousand pages long with no ending yet written

Some have thumbed through the pages,

Others left notes in the margins

No one has carefully read each and every word

 

There is only one copy, my love,

And I give it to you