23 and You and Me

Haven’t heard from her for two days. She’s quiet, and I am Making do with her brief messages Asking me to send my pics. In these quiet moments, In her confident pauses, I know–I can feel, An expansion...

I woke up late to a still mind.
A second later the voice of inspiration
Whispered. Only its presence, not any words.

I write these poems imagining
  That you are reading them
Which then makes me imagine
  That you are seeing the heart of me

Lazy spring afternoons, like today Sun, busy packing for a full on summer, Shows up with loads of longing for her. Keeping me quiet, pining for her crazy. While she, a million miles away, Coiled up, quiet, her love, her...

When night and day Separated us Our whispers came together Crawling into each other’s bed Or was it my bed, and your chair? And then… “And then?” And then your hand reached Through static and...