The Love I Know

The thirst for cool water after indulging in salt
Drenching desire with the quench

The love I know is a sharp blade
Pointed to my neck
Cupid’s arrow at my jugular
A surge
A threat

It would let me bleed

My heart swelling
A sponge

Like that offered to Christ before death

The love I know leaves me weightless
Before gravity takes me down
My heels offer no cushion of wonder
Yet I wonder

Answers are scant

I know nothing

The love I know
Is a nap on the sofa in the afternoon

It expects nothing of me

But I am a greedy lover
And want it all

The love I know is an open road
Stretched out before me

I have been
I am propelled forward
I am here

Eternal sunshine
She wants the

Spots removed
From the grey matter
A calm for the brainwaves
That are crashing onto the shore

Untouching the

The mermaid has a choice to make

To wade in the deep
Or surface on the sand

Where Monsters Hide

A nightmare made love to me
Tossed and turned me
In my sheets
His nails dug into me
Leaving marks on my skin

My body was open
My eyes, wide shut
Somehow, I loved this monster

I knew exactly what he was

He bit me with the truth
Revealed the honesty of darkness
And lay beside me when the light

I wasn’t fearful of him
Instead, I was afraid
He would fear

A Rose With No Name

I leave Romeos bleeding
A sleeping beauty is no match for fools

My promises are offerings
Buds before blooms
Roses by any other name
Shoot from the soiled earth

Let loose their petals
To the winds of change
Before the wilting
With the


Spreading their grace
Across the world
Like blushing pilgrims


Traffic is stopped
Blood pours from the red of the street light
No green light to reach out to

The street rises
Under the car
Cracking open
Its asphalt mouth
The broken white lines
Gnaw in the deep dark

A guttural rhapsody
Rises through the sewers
A spirit from the sewage
A Siren of the city

She takes transit to the country
Transpierces the roots of a tree
Dresses herself in its
A scruffy paperback princess

Whose crisp colourless leaves
Undangle themselves
Zigzagging with the wind
In a gentle descent
Resting on terra firma

Leaving her
A charcoal sketch
Branching outward

In the dormant