Discretionary Love

Thunder droned in the background like someone used to luckless love, while my son splashed in puddles, far removed from concerns that grew up next

as a part of her royal suffering held fast to moon beams as her late night refuge and they soon became her only link with

We desire beginnings: for the new question  And answer  To love, that gives us ourselves. The look of your eyes,  The rim of its opaque

Shallow-end drowning is no myth to us. A couple inches here is all we need to wash or die. I can hold my breath under

i invite her to dine with me a casual occasion where formally i shall seek intimate polite conversation that wants to explore the intricacy of

I own that mansion, the one near the beach with the floor-to-ceiling windows, the walkway lined with statues of men mid-run as if frozen at

The kind – whittle the world, careful strokes that shape a truth, a need, a sadness. Rough edges exposed in patience, carving the texture to

I firmly believe that infatuation is an Alchemist frothed in coastal sea foam Growing up, I was obsessed with the minty shade and hue That

You taste like gin and .40s and you say you don’t hate anything about me. We kiss. And kiss again. Kisses that eat the miles

It’s not your remaining burning cold on my skin that I mind (Somebody new will extinguish the frost and carve me into a sandcastle— or

The sky is dying flame. Let’s whisper its virtues on the porch. No sob stories, no regret Not with what we have accomplished. The willful