A Well-Fed Love

never tames
a well-fed love,
time only makes good

Our first date was wild.

Remember? You wrecked your car, so…
I put your hand on my thigh and drove.

Lunch ended with chocolate-covered coffee
ice cream, our mouths learning our bodies,
our souls finding ecstasy in being one.

Our first date was wild. And the next
will be better.



Linked to Poets United.


Love Your Dark

I like real problems, the human condition—twisted, darker stuff. ~ Drea de Matteo

I have never left you,
my heart, you stopped seeing me
when you forgot how to
love your dark.

I watched you watching me,
seeing your wild fire burning
in my eyes and thinking
all that want (and wicked) was mine


I still watch for you,
my heart, believe that

in my hands
your twisted is safe…
believe me—

I haven’t left,
you stopped seeing me

loving you.

Today is National Handwriting Day, so…

…and a bit more.
The background is a page from Vampiros, an anthology illustrated by Meritxell Ribas Puigmal.


for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

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,


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)