Windows to the Soul: Selected Poems (1)

November 11, 2019

Roses and Thorns

Buy me roses 

and

prick my finger 

on their thorns, so

I may close 

my eyes 

and dream of 

You. 

 

 

paper cuts! in strange places!

I wrote you a love letter,

stood at your window, 

and ate it. 

 

 

A cynical conspiracy theorist (but in love)  

What if

none of this is real; 

not you, not me

and definitely not us.

 

What if 

all of us are characters 

in a novel; and every 

time we forget, 

it’s the author backspacing.  

 

Then I would give 

anything 

to make our stories 

intertwine. 

 

 

Cupid’s Curls

I watch you dancing

across the room

unaware

 

bits of the love letters I hurled at you

still tangled in your hair 

 

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