'you're right
it does become you.'
the words came out
in a faint mist of cold air
...
on that street corner
next to the hot dog man
where the vagrant will take coin
'in any currency you got, lady'
...
is it sacrifice enough
the small parts
that erode, die
when I'm not here
...
could I but touch you
as a thing in itself
separate from everything
ever touched or seen
...
I sit in awe of you
reading snowflakes
like life lessons
falling from the sky
...
I caught sight of my reflection
trailing in the mirror
I saw love there
I knew you were my undoing
...
skin awakened
waiting to feel contrasts
against sensitive surfaces
marking them with indelible tattoos
...
by mid life, she’s in her nineties.
someone has written on her lines.
they must have been among the first, to make it there,
before the ticker disappeared from the pages.
...
ruler of flames,
welcome me to your blaze,
caress me with your searing hands
warm my frozen being
...
simply put...I love you
without pretense
I offer you my heart
...