Monthly Archives: August 2015

Etiquette 

I have no fork or spoon to eat you with, Just my heart and my hands To hold you, And call you mine For as long as this meal lasts. But I’ve starved myself of this food For so long that my body forgets the Ritual, the ediquette And the holy words that come before…

Drought

Drought In failing relationships We prefer our poison mixed with honey To mask the taste— There’s a sweetness in the way A fairytale rolls off your tongue– A lie– Because it can turn a lying man into a loving one. But your love cannot prosper without affection Without care, So never expect it to rain…

Door

Door If I left the door open to the possibility That your death was absolute I wouldn’t be able to venture out into a world Where you aren’t And never will be again. The hollowness within me Would expand So deep and so vast, So hot, That my outside world would Melt. You’re only missing,…

Hot Tea

Hot Tea I had hot tea the morning you called To tell me your love was gone. The kettle was on the fire before I even picked up the phone. When there’s heartbreak, there’s always chamomile to calm your nerves. A warm cup is the next best thing to rest your hands on— To stable…

Seed: He came back.

Seed I planted you long ago when the soil was fertile and soft, And perfect for you to grow—to flourish—and then tower before me. When months passed with no sign of you I became disheartened, Because the package you came in promised you would come. After six weeks of watering, maintenance and affection I expected…