Layers of Longing

My beating heart is a druma thunderous rhythmreciting an epistle of my grief.A concoction of     togetherness & separation. There are layers of longing;   of being seen   and seeing   of a single touch   and being touched   of love   and being loved. I swallow nights in counting kisses-and envelope the remnants,sitting as wildflowers on my waist. A site…

A Classic Sad Song

My heart is cut in pieces;myriad shreds of leaves scattered in my wilted garden,a thousand shades of my love flow like a frigid waterfall, my lover being a serrated edge of knife. My bones are cracked now,the curve of my lips frozen.Of love, of lustthey must speak.My past lovers resemble my doleful shadows-they do not…