interveners…

rare is the love that
withstands envy’s surge of hate
that disapproval
of another’s happiness 
societal jealousy

 

 

morning procrastination…

not looking forward
to when i cuddle with dreams
so i’m lingering 
in this moment by your side
seeing no reason to rise

 

 

with analytical precision…

can love be measured
use what calibration weight
to offset its mass
for not even gold compares
to the smallest grain of love

misconception…

so easily assumed with age
that mature behaviors
are somehow mandated 
that passion’s foolishness
is just reserved for young hearts

 

 

if you’re looking for heaven…

child
listen to me
heaven
ain’t
no place 
above
the
clouds
it’s
a lover’s
warm back massage
at
the end
of
a hard day
of
labor
and
there ain’t
no
heavenly choir
that can sound
as sweet
as
those words
before sleep
whispered
by
your lover’s lips
the words
i’ll love you
forever

 

simple mathematics…

subtract a number
from itself and there’s nothing
like me without you

 

 

where are the love songs…

voice breaks with sadness
yesterday’s dreams hope’s mist is
lost in night’s darkness
there are no songs without sight
no visions of love to laud

 

 

silent conversations…

feigned  sleep can conceal
words that should not be spoken
sometimes silence heals
the warmth of lovers’ bodies
may be all that need be said

recreational fishing…

she’s a fisherman 
spends her days casting for love
releasing once caught

on the occasion of your birthday…

love’s
now
forgotten
laughter
a mere
memory
family
the battleground
for
lies
the
person
now
sadly
just
a
name
on
a faded
birth certificate
with
no remembrance
of
the
truth