late night conversations with the moon

there is something different
in the way that you touch me
and i have spent so many hours
trying to put my finger on it
i have had late night conversations
with the moon
listening to his lovesick ramblings
about the sun
and trying to put into words
how your hand on me
touches more than just skin
he speaks of the heat he feels
in the presence of his love
and the cold darkness of her absence
i just nod in agreement
because no better words can describe

March 11, 2017


in a way
i consider myself
a connoisseur of words
and i am constantly amazed
at how the same
twenty six letters
can combine
in so many different patterns
forming love letters
and death threats
i don’t know
if this is a common thing
but I have always had my favorites
words I like
because of the way
they taste in my mouth
and muse
are sweet and linger
on my tongue
but i have found nothing
that compares to the word
as it rolls off your tongue
in a hoarse whisper
directly into my ear


March 1, 2017