3 Small Poems

Sunlight

Missing You
Every occasion
that you do not occupy
is wasted on me.

Fate
We might be closer
than the stars and we might be
fools of fate, because
night after night, I dream you
into my artless embrace.

Fathomless
We are fathomless,
you edge into my currents
supple as sunlight.
We are deeper than the seas
stacked on top of each other.

Print

Boot Print

The infertile sky

carries on for miles and miles

black as a fiend’s tongue.

 

All that I have left

is the outline of your boot

pressed against my chest.

 

For now I will not

wash it off, for it must serve

in place of my heart.