short poems about life and love

through open balcony doors late afternoon breezes heavy with the scent of oleander brush against my cheek. church bells toll, their dull...

let me bathe your naked body with dew harvested from the blue lotus. let my thumb gently wipe away each tear which...

i. last night she flooded my dreams coming through in waves of rose water poured over pale skin, leaving me breathless. ii...

the jagged edges of her story and my past fit together like bits of broken mirror nearly made whole, and held in...

she sang to me (and to more than only me), her voice hitting notes reserved for gods (or in dreams). and those...

i. last night’s torrential rains finally let up two hours ago. through an open window no breeze cools this stuffy room. the...

lines. some forgotten (her parting words shouted before storming out the door). or a favorite movie quote which still cracks me up...

Trails which once flowed with the footfalls of soft-soled moccasins are quiet now, save for the low rumble of logging truck or...