Our Marriage, Made in Heaven

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

“Here, take these glasses,” said she, When I said I can’t see the Totality. Still seeing only darkness, I mumbled to myself, “Why I still can’t see it, even with these?” I turned...

Everyone out. She’s in. Her signature walk, a dancer’s. Her asymptotic look in the elevator, grazing my face like a bullet. Saw her in red today. On my floor, sitting surrounded by plants, facing me. Fully...

What is this pain in my heart Longing, that old friend and old enemy, That’s what it is. Longing to come home, forgetting that Home is no longer home Longing to press my cheek To the faded cement floor Imagining...

"Twins," she said.
That is when my heart split.

This knowledge, That I may never see Beyond this wide-open front That I see when I close my eyes Maybe this is how the end arrives Calming me, telling me Not to ask any more questions Will I hold my resolve When this...