Explore Poems: Love

When Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one…

You’d never call the branches
arms, though in certain
lights don’t pine and man
look like hands

conjoined…

I’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil…

I went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves…

Mixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger…

I don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
  a lot. It makes me nervous…

The guy with dreads, in nothing but boots,
stands shoulders above the passing men.
A few dart for him,…

Today everything
in this smoky love
seems false to me
from the two glazed pools of your eyes
      where…

If love be staunch, call mountains brittle
Love is a thing will live
So long, my dear,––oh, just the little
While water stays in a sieve.

Yea, love is deathless as the day
Whose death the stars reveal;
And love is loyal all the way,
If treachery...

What if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know.
That it is so,
Having heard?

Come, let us plant our love as farmers plant
A seed, and you shall water it with tears,
And I shall weed it with my hands until
They bleed. Perchance this buried love of ours
Will fall on goodly ground and bear a tree
With...

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands…

I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush…

A man by the name of Skinner becomes famous
for keeping caged
        pigeons, whom his clock feeds or starves
        at random. Their tiny twitching heads exaggerate until...

I know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. …

In our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends…

It's important she says that summer
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'…

tongue / rim a soft hole—tender meat trim—
mind leitmotiv (doe, moss, petal, vein,
hart, hilt, waist, …

It’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom…

Tiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore…