Monday, January 14, 2013

Heartbreak

I seek heartbreak
from your hands
only. They are gentle
as they grasp
my fragility; too many
seconds pass, like second
thoughts. Make it
a clean break. Not messy,
with gaping holes and pouring
words like "I love you".

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Notes



A Contract

It is possible
I think
of you (and every
thing) too much.
Your looks are
a silent movie
analyzed in my mind.
Your words, the sound
track of a movie
I don't know the title
of. I rewind to each
time that felt like more
than friendship. I fast
forward to imaginations
that show more
than public transit jotted
plots. Let's make
a documentary,
interview me; I
won't lie. This poem
will be our contract.