Explore Poems: Romantic Love

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

conjoined…

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...

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?

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

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

in the building two women’s restroom & in the strangest places
i want to tell you the most mundane things…

and it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick …

My teacher says of their cat, now gone
missing. In his absence, everything is still.

The small, silvered…

Loved you since I was little, on the playground break-time
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs…

This love dares not speak its name
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale…

1.

i wish i could tell you why i go back and forth between cities.
maybe i belong to the bridges &…

I: My beloved is called an inconceivable beast, a spectacle diagnosed with teratoid genitalia, a chaos…

He seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
   to your …

Sometimes, I think you get the worst
of me. The much-loved loose forest-green
sweatpants, the long bra…

I

I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last being but a broken man
I must be satisfied with my heart, although
Winter and summer till old age began
My circus animals...

Wrist,
neck,
shoulder,
waist,
you turn.

And I turn with you.

Glance,
grasp,
blush,
breath,
you turn.

And I turn…

Here we converge toward the only star.
Let’s fall in, love of mine,
let’s drop our oars
down to where night…

Aquí confluimos hacia la única estrella.
Volquémonos amado mío,
dejemos caer los remos
hasta donde la noche…

My new country says drinks are cheap and I know what he wants.
Bartender folds her forefinger nine ninety…

And then rained down from ferocious clouds
our empty pupils heard the suspended breakers
beat while down…