short poems about life and love

i’d swaddle you with words but know they’d never stick, falling away from your grin and honeyed eyes which take it all...

at home in the dark i am bated breath and base desire, or the haunting notes of an unsung aria echoing into...

she shuts the door and crosses the room to her mirror. even all these years later she still has the power to...

her voice, heavy with night, breathes through the veil and tickles my ear. half-asleep, i have no idea what her whispered words...

I’m still not done with sunflowers as their dried and heavy heads find new ways to captivate me. At night my dreams...

puff of breath. energy and intention suspended on the gossamer threads of conversation. modulation and tone. thoughts honed to a razor’s edge...

beneath sultry moonlight she would dance, her bare feet floating across a bare cement floor painted blood-red in a tiny bedroom while...

observed in reverse, the epitome of loneliness ~ her bare breasts pressed up against plate glass as the sun slowly slipped below...