The fierce winds do not
care about the plight of birds.
Trees provide safety.

#nature #haiku #poetry

We live in the same city…
(I preemptively recoil: scanning
crowds at concerts,
walking through
The places we used to visit,
Driving through your
Old neighborhood.
Bracing for the pain
In my stomach.)
…and we never saw
Each other again.

#she #sadness

Morning frost on the grass
Turns to water on the beaks
Of birds. Thirst is quenched.

#haiku #nature #micropoetry

What do I do
With all these memories
Of you?
I frequently crumple them
Up and toss them into
The corners, under the sofa, between pages of books.
And I continue to be shocked
When they all inevitably come
Pouring out - an avalanche of
The things that could have been.

#she #poetry #sadness

Crunch. The sound of snow
Reminds me of eating chips.
Feast before slumber.

#haiku #nature #snow #poetry #micropoetry

Fill me with your
Divine warmth.
Guide me
With your breath.
We exhale together,
Our bodies tumultuously
Trembling, and tangled
Until we find peace
Inside each other
At last.

#poetry #she #nature #sexypoetry #micropoetry #water #love

If Sunday is for Church
Then your body is my temple.
I will kneel
And pray at
Your altar.
Together our
Hymns will
Make the waters of
Love flow river-wide.

Pour into me.

Twilight peeks through the
Black. Time to wake the city.
Not yet, says the fog.

#haiku #poetry #nature #goodmorning

Unafraid of the devastation and
Surrender that love brings.
I’ve opened myself to possibilities
And Someday I will understand
I am worthy of being loved back.
But if I love again
Will it ever be as easy
As loving you?

#she #poetry #sadness #love

I see you in her eyes, brown and wide
From laughter,
and oh how we laughed.
It’s not fair of me to look for you
In every person I meet
Instead I’m searching
For something broken, but healing like me.

The times I find myself missing you the most
Is when I try to love again,
I feel you in her long curves,
My fingertips and lips
Gliding over the hills and valleys
Of her skin, accepting of my
Touch that finds her landscape so familiar.

The icy tingles
Of winter are teasing us.
Warm slumber comes soon.

#haiku #poetry #winter #nature

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