Arrow

I am held and aimed. I go where blood drips.
Usually there is a man. Usually there is love involved.
Unrequited, if not loathing unresolved.
I fly iron-tipped, like a hook. I cannot be undone.
I am sent from him: I carry all his love in one instant.
Shot straight from cupid's bow. I disappear.
And then I am in her heart, piercingly, with a sigh.
She is full of sorrow, now needing somebody, not there.
Who is he? She does not know what she yearns.
She is possessed, with a deep longing and a deep loving.

Now I am deep red, throbbing, and possibly hurting.
I am painfully unmade and missing. Like flowers
without flowering, or sunsets without the sun.
She reaches for me, holed and hollowed.
I echo over places where a beloved used to be.
Her eyes are absent and I am waiting. Forever
is her new concept of identity. She remembers.
She escapes within her heart.
Today, time ticks and she wastes it all, mourning.
Tonight she does not sleep, as she lies in bed feelingly.

// 09 Sep 2019

Come Closer

Waves flung against the blue night
and we sat in the warmed sand of summer.
Between him and me, our lips shared
a vintage wine, two bottles gone sooner.

His cheeks flushed, wine whiffed
from his reddened lips, and his voice felt tender.
In between soft whispers of the road life
the waves crashed even louder.

Where my lips left, the bottle met his,
and where his arm fell, mine made room.
The night was deep and conscious
that the sky made space for the rising moon.

And just when all were deeply asleep
I felt the sea wake and the waves even wilder.
He turned to me, so close, that I ran undressing
and he too ran undone as he came in the water.

// 03 Sep 2019

Poets In Love

We jump into a poem, a leap of faith,
as new lovers do into a frozen lake.
Then we come alive, hearts quivering:
from broken ice, a wild, fired thing.

// 27 Aug 2019

To Die a Bliss

To die a bliss from a stolen kiss
each day he made and did not miss.
And when apart each stroke I knew—
fingers kissed with our letters too.

// 26 Aug 2019

A Mere Touch

He killed me
little by little
until we
were weakened
to a trembling
that a mere touch
fused us
like soft bones.

// 24 Aug 2019