No Riddles Here

Kiss me…
as if heart-ripping yesterdays never happened
and tomorrow might not be.

Touch me…
as if today is everything
and future Maybes are a dream.

Want me only
if you need me,

but…

if you don’t need me,
don’t make me want.

I promise you, Love,
there are no riddles here
but a map.

_____
• for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.

see the complete handwritten poem bit on Instagram
(the background is from Beowulf, illustrated by David Rubín)

 

The Sweetest of Wild Dreams

When I sleep with your words
wrapped around my mind and skin,
my nightmares wake up remembering
(that once upon a story)
you and I used to be
the sweetest of wild dreams.

When I roam our dead gardens—
picking dirt turned pearl and passion
fruit that never was—still,
I remember
(that once upon our story)
you and I used to be
the sweetest of wild dreams,

sweetest of dreams.

.
for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.