Love Poem for No One

Like the delicate bud of a flower,
I come to you in a slow unfolding
of carefully coiffed layers

white petals of skin
                                separate,
                 fall away,
slowly
                 cascade
                                to the ground,
                                collect at my
                                                         feet.

I stand here, bare
in my verses and freckles and
pictures of my penance,
for forgetting - before -

to live in
               the poetry
               the unknown,
               
for forgetting to take flight.

Now, with wings, with reminders,
I am ready to
                      love (maybe)

lightly
longingly

like a bird
nesting, flying, returning

free
        where I choose to be.

Autobiography of a W(e)ary Heart

I am a soft, frail structure

bowing with

the slightest breath

or scent of rain

I hold you

at arm's length,

an undecided protest,

a push and pull

 

to avoid soaking up

your steadfast, wanton ways

Like crepe paper

beneath toppled ink,

you will blot out

the texture

of this thin skin

 

 

 

- for The Knight