He brings me to my knees
only to
help me to my feet
once again.
Category: Original Poetry
Deep Blue
The ocean and I
are lovers consumed
by a depth which
transcends everything
we know.
Lockdown Love
I find you in the poetry of lovers.
I find you in the fierce auburn of the rising sun
demanding to be felt before it is seen.
I find traces of you within the strands of my hair.
But above all, I find you
in me.
In the glimmer of my eyes
when they shine at the sound of your name.
In the essence of the blooming spring.
In the empty space
between my fingertips.
18.03
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re within each other all along.
A Lover’s Arrogance
I wear his name on my tongue
with pride,
and his scent on my skin
with arrogance
Ink-Stained Fingertips
I am made
of the poetry
my fingertips
bleed.
Diary Entries
Untouched by love,
tainted by heartache.
The beauty in his purity –
Oh, it takes my breath away.
Falling
Just like leaves in the autumn and snow in the winter,
I fall for you over and over again.
Dear, You
Instead of giving me a torch and assuming I’ll find my way
out of the darkness and into the light,
he held my hand and helped me grow accustomed to my blindness
until I wasn’t afraid of the darkness anymore.
A Winter’s Promise
I will chase down every setting sun
in your name, in your memory.
And with the rising ambience
of a winter morning’s sun
we will reunite once again.
