short poems about life and love

twin maples on my front lawn flicker and flame in morning sunlight. one by one crimson leaves shake and fall from cold...

behind each facade a story (though not always an interesting one). before every tear that feeling (which runs like a thread from...

behind the bungalow a path cuts through green waist-high grass as rough as a cat’s tongue on bare thighs. beyond the path...

the soft splash of oars beating black water which mirrors blue sky. dry grasses bend reverentially in a cool autumn breeze. beneath...

like cool water or precious wine poured over her naked body i empty myself into the tender reaches of her beating heart...

all i see is this… your tears no longer fall — the sun begins to set — summer rains have come and...

the light of her moon has eclipsed my sun casting all of my thoughts into doubt. unable to sleep, i prowl musty...

if all that i see and all that i think could somehow be erased — what might fill the “space”? and if...