24 February 2013

16

you stand
behind a wall
of silence

I sit here
and bleed
words

I don't know
which one of us
is wiser

but I know
which one of us
still loves

remembrance

there are anniversaries
that creep up too softly,
taking away everything:

in remembrance,
in remembering;

I remember.

do you?

22 February 2013

Ides of March

getting over you is scheduled
for once in every two months –
pace yourself
in tripping me over:
I’ve gotten over you
in January just past;
mess me up again
on the Ides of March.

18 February 2013

smile IV

is it not enough that I know  
the shape of  your smile 
against my skin?

must I know   
everything?

moon II

sometimes in the afternoons
I see the moon
hanging from invisible threads
in the sky
 

it has your name carved on it
always
 

but there is no moon, and there
is no you

the eyes sometimes see what the
heart wants

07 February 2013

un-tender tableau




drawing out
the threads
of tenderness

we tear into this
hastily-woven
tapestry of us

turn magic
into everyday
abjectness

weave in
aloofness
worldliness

awkwardness
un-tender
thoughtlessness

05 February 2013

breakfast II

baby, if this were
breakfast time,
I'd order 
you.

04 February 2013

kiss VI

maybe I should apologise
for that time I kissed you
so enthusiastically
I thought we’d fall over;
positively adorable, really
if only I meant it –
we could have made
something of us

kiss V



did you think I
cared, really? –
that time I held you
and kissed you and
kissed you again...
did you really
think I cared?

how could you?
I barely saw you
for you.

03 February 2013

February


this month brought me you,
heart-eater

after the chill of December,
January newness

conjured up out of thin air,
too suddenly

you were there – a whirlwind,
breath-stealer

you brought poetry and laughter,
in the month of love

touch-points of return

again you
have returned –
a bruised leaf,

not quite a flower
but just as beautiful
in certain lights –

at these touch-points
of return, I don’t know
what you want from me

– comfort, kindness,
a soft-word-caress;
you seek safety, solace –

but there are times
when even I
have nothing to give