Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The way

we look at one another
from sitting comfortably
atop a secure interpretation
of beauty

bathing our feet
in a basin of
socially fabricated

the way you see me,
the way I see you,
these eyes of ours
long broken.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

D is for damaged

For I usually dote on
the troublesome,
the quaint men.

I didn't anticipate you.

I wasn't ready to love
a person as honest
and humane as you

Then I didn't.
I apologize.

You are curious
as a statement of the dynamic
changes of heart,

as an illuminating breach
in the consideration of faltering.

I might have written you
ten thousand words if you hadn't
come into my life this late.

At this time,
I am damaged.