You treaded in my life as a fragrant breeze kissing and crossing rustling leaves in a youthful spring, as soothing sunlight diving down through the

The sea kissed you and sent you to me To take you back to the smiles of my childhood I had nothing else to offer

That I once put my lips on the sun And my arms around the moon That in the burning that came of it And the

We met on a Saturday, the first time. Then the second, the third , Saturdays again, and then the library on a Friday. By then,

She told me one day I’d forget how to love her, the same way a kid will forget how to play cops and robbers, it’s

Everything’s been hell these past five months except those four days with you I don’t know what to do try to shake the romance out

a true love letter: no passion pressing against margins, nor metaphors gone crazy outside the predictability of a love poem, their name not signed with

                   —for Amy a store of tiny cabinets and tin stars and gold angels and hand-stitched handkerchiefs

CW: Description of attempted assault   Put out or get out what you said when I pushed you back, said no, told you I was

He looked at me today, A gaze that penetrated my body. And in that moment, as time stood still, somewhere in the galaxy, a star

That we can exist here in this dusky amber evening is a privilege I am not yet willing to put down; that I can watch

The birds are hushed. It’s hot, and I’ve cast off the blankets. I wake thinking of you. I want you to trace words on my

I knew about halfway through. It was less of a relationship and more of a mothering. I picked up your discarded socks before friends came

—- there is an indifference brewing, an apocalypse at the bottom of my cup. ‘I regret to inform you that…’ when the rain falls, I

The antique vase that is trust Is intricate and hard and brittle And once broken It cannot be mended Without eternal reminders of its fall