As I sit
In the shower,
I feel the water as-
it tickles,
and traces-
my spine.
I Desperately wish
it was your
fingertips.

I found your love in the quiet, desolate spaces of silence-
that hung between our words,
or perhaps in the shallowness of your breath-
after shifting positions against my back.
I found your love in the strands of golden hair that-
my fingers danced through,
or perhaps it was found hiding in the spaces between-
your eyelashes.
I found your love in the freckles on your spine-
that I had counted every day.
or perhaps I had found your love
in the cracks of skin on your hands that-
ran over my stomach as I was
drifting into sleep.

Her charms can cure what souls she please,
Rob other hearts of healthful ease,
Turn rivers backward to their source,
And make the stars forget their course.

A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

I’m just a simple thought;
so think of me.
I’ll be back when the memories
sing you to sleep.

I choose a life that is tranquil and calm.

Another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves.

Now that the butterflies are gone, it’s hard to catch one in this jar.