Windows to the Soul: Selected Poems (1)

November 11, 2019

Roses and Thorns

Buy me roses 


prick my finger 

on their thorns, so

I may close 

my eyes 

and dream of 




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 


to make our stories 




Cupid’s Curls

I watch you dancing

across the room



bits of the love letters I hurled at you

still tangled in your hair 


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