DREAM MAKING: A poem

DREAM MAKING


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

SUMMER LOVE: A poem

why does time linger long
and lovers forget

if only
to be a flower
pressed between the delicate pages
of books, you love to read

if only
slowly you’d happen upon me
and remember that joyful day you
found me swooning in the summer breeze
between the thorny patches and rocky clay

if only to be forgotten no more
to be a thousand flowers
preserved between the fragile pages of your heart
who, when found,
proves patiently
that our summer love has not been lost to us

From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

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Exit

speak to me like a poem
touch me like you mean it
need me like there’s no way out
and i’m your only exit

From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE


Our Love is Wounded

our love is a wounded soldier

painfully staggering 

through lilies and thorns

through cutting rock

and perfumed meadows

every step, a loss and a gain


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE 

A Love Story: A Poem

A LOVE STORY

the sky is falling between us

the ground breaks its heart beneath

and yet there is Peace within our reach

we haven’t seen the moon in days

or sat with the sun for months 

and still, there is a Peace that runs deep

between us, our hearts beat a cord

remember, we are tethered beneath the skin

together, underneath the incense of prayers

we are skipping above still waters

soaring beneath red seas

our lungs full of scarlet sun

our hearts a full moon 

what is this cord that binds us?

it could be Love

it must be Love 

what else could it be?


From the book The Truth About Love

WASTE NOT

remember when we
were poor, happy, and thriving
living only on love?

the world couldn’t touch us

but we weren’t careful
we started wasting love
took love for granted

and then, one day
we started running out of love
could barely keep love on the table

i remember getting angry
when love was wasted

“there are people in Africa
starving for that love”

soon the cupboards were bare

now, i go out every day
searching for love, begging for love
sitting on street corners
holding signs that read
“will work for love”
pining for the days
we were poor and happy
living only on love


From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

FIGHT OR FLIGHT

sometimes
i want to give up

pack up
to shut you up

but i stay and i fight
because i don’t want to leave
empty-handed

please don’t let me leave
empty-handed

From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE