Monthly Archives: December 2017

something about the way snow falls, rustling pages– soft breath exhaled, milky blanket collapsing to earthbound bliss. it makes no sound, does not interrupt our dreams, shaking bodies from sleep, jolting souls to consciousness. it descends, instead, like kisses on foreheads, laughter’s lilt, as carefully as fingertips trace hollows of collarbones, as air is sharedContinue reading “fall from grace”

and at long last the photographs do not sting, i can gaze and not burn. remembering how we used to hold guarded moments like glass spheres, fragile bodies breathing in fear of becoming wreckage, remembering the peach-sweet goodbye kiss, a ghost, merely an apparition now– you still haunt but no longer hurt. in those framedContinue reading “one final poem”

there are no metaphors to describe how gently i have fallen nothing to convey the mercy of your fingers as you strum, easy magic on guitar frets, eyelids falling and rising as if waking from a moonlit dream through strands of hair i watch, afraid to taint the moment with harshness, sharp intensity to stirContinue reading “MUSE”