Discretionary Love

The sunlight feels like a blanket thrown on the floor because passion loses itself when it’s clean and organized, while the curtains betray the darkness,

Twilight creeps softly across the grass, and sunwarm rocks by the stream are cooling as the day slips away. An old man sips a martini

Within black walls, black floor shot through with red clay specks, beneath the picture, your favorite, with the red paint flung wide, canvas smoked and

Disordered Glosa for Richard Hope makes itself every day springs up from the tiniest places No one gives it to us we just notice it.

In the heart of this southern city where lady’s wear Sunday hats, eat grits and drink beer in mugs and where gents were once proper,

Before the world was breath, we were shimmer two wisps of stardust folded into the hush between pulse and becoming. Not born, not made, just

Should I ever forget, remind me, dear one, that the home for my arms is embracing you, my hands resting on the small of your

It was supposed to be you, anthem- chested, totem-armed you. I was supposed to hop a Southwest flight to Tennessee and drop the return ticket into

In your eyes is the autumnal blue, like a field of lavender flowers in a summer sky; the seeds of winter lies waiting for the

Your heart said it was wrong, I was as off-limits as they come. We never meant to fall in love so, we called our tryst