Tag: romance

in moonstones and opals

November 2, 2025

An aura of moonstone, 

a ghostly pale gleam,

Her eyes like opals, 

lost in a silent dream.

Luna skies are saying, 

with stories untold,

And starry constellations, 

like legends of old.

Coral reefs shimmer, 

in heavens so vast,

A jasmine perfume, 

from a sorrowful past.

A halo of white, 

in the silvery air,

Shimmery waters, 

reflecting despair.

Beneath the celestial night, 

shadows creep slow,

Where remnants of heartache 

forever will flow.

A haunting reminder, 

of love turned to dust,

In moonstone and opals,

And all turned to dust 

while i eat a radish

August 10, 2025

and have wine in the heat,
i remember last night’s dream.
i feel an erudite wellbeing in
the language of salt and kiss.
how gently i smeared it on my body!
what love iodine i loved with him.
i still have it, penetrated,
alone from me, perfect,
made for arms and my mouth.
with the heat, alone, my womb,
more faithful than my heart,
remembers him and desires him.
the sweet wind awakens in my
groin, its touch, its aroma,
its innumerable love.

CORA AND THE CROW

December 21, 2023

what bird is this

that comes to me

so late at night

and speaks sweetly

bringing word

of places unknown

with tales of forests

overgrown

of running rivers

never dry

of star filled nights

that shine and thrive

it whispers to me

where i reside

a dank, dark well

amidst the tides

for i know no sunrise

or blue moon that shines

my world is darkness

and endless night

poem 2.1

July 3, 2023

a billion to one

we travel through billions of molecules everyday
that gather on either side of us,
and sometimes it is hard
to see the beauty through the endlessly mundane.
flowers floating in sewage water.
it’s about looking at the road
from a different perspective.
there is a reason that the path you chose
is less traveled.
it’s dirty and difficult and confusing.
anyone can be content,
even happy,
if you choose to seek adventure.
in every person there is a hero;
in every task there is a quest.
it’s a billion to one
that you’re even here.
what are the chances of your mother
meeting you father?
what were the odds
that they would fall in love?
we are all artists
waiting to paint.

poem #25

April 18, 2021

ivy part II

what was it that you said to me about the moon,
how it had the magnitude to capture our shadows?
were those the exact words that you used?
i can remember the story of the princess,
who became trapped in the moon's reflection
on the surface of the lake.
we each recall the story differently - 
you argue that she was a queen;
i do not think that it matters.

we wander into the forest.
the silence was uncomfortable;
i hesitate just for a moment.
you gently take my hand
and guide me from the path.
i will never find my way back.

the air is thick and pungent,
i'm suffocated.
i can taste wet soil; 
the stench of damp rot and decay.
'not much further,' you say.
i did not know you had a plan.

we came upon a well,
the crumbling stone;
overgrown with ivy.
i felt the wave of unease.
'look down it,' 
i did not hesitate to obey.
it's so deep, is there something down there?
you ask me to imagine falling in.
but that is a game i will not play.

i do not know at what point
you let go of my hand.
it must have been when i turned;
you had already gone.

poem #16

January 24, 2021

the roses we find

such a delicate flower
he held in his hand,
the petals he crushed
as if to take stand.
their fragrance was sweet
and felt like a cry;
so gentle and vulnerable,
the roses we find.

do flowers have spirits,
perhaps even a soul?
nobody has asked this
when cutting them all.
who are we to assume,
as arrogant as we are,
that we alone have feelings
when we destroy and command.

poem #13

January 3, 2021 
i know what burns within
those pages,
i know the secrets that 
you hide.
i know the pain that
follows ages,
i know what lurks
inside.

poem #11

December 21, 2020 
a glittering container
of crystal and mottled mirrors.
an exquisite dome
built around me.

i spin in circles
and you show me how to dance
until you drop my hand and smile
before walking away.

just leave.
i - must - get - out.
what can i use to smash through?
you take me by the hand once more
and we dance in circles
across the mirrored floor.

poem #1

October 30, 2020

lake

perceiving a lake in the distance
obscured within a knotted forest.
 the path, at first, appeared quite hidden
 and the lake beyond my clasp.
 so profound were those waters -
 the glass surface glistened and shone,
 but underneath was murky, i faltered:
 what hidden bodies would i unearth?
 the sylvan setting seemed hospitable
 and concealed my lake from view.
 my arms they bled from wading branches
 and following the path i knew.
 determined was i to swim those waters,
 pushing until i could break through.