I deserve a lover who opens my book, thumbs my pages, and reads my soul. A lover who gets my central theme, my essence, a lover undaunted by plot twists, and messy parts, and devastation, and big words, and funny bits. I deserve a lover who brings me coffee with toast and fruit, who kisses […]
I Go Missing Too {Love Poem No. 43}
In my letters to you, if I indeed wrote letters to you, I would write everything, and also nothing, nothing at all, of any real substance, and you would eat my everything, and my nothing too, and you would savor every bit of it, you would gobble all my words, that fill those pages and pages, and all […]
Your Bird With Broken Wings
You found a bird with broken wings you did and you helped to heal her with just your quiet being, with just your waiting, without your touch, you cradled her with just your steady breath, your steady breathing you did and when she was nasty, and when she lashed out, and when she hurt you, […]