Memory Exhales

I had to push myself away

To get close enough to touch

Embracing the distance as my friend

So the truth could finally breathe

Creating space for words to form

And their syllables to grow

Reaching beyond by reaching inside

 —as memory exhales

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

The Fire They Share

There are types of young love

 that must be broken apart

 

For either or both lovers

 to survive

 

Like alcohol to the inferno

 their temperature gets hotter

 

Until nothing is left to share

 except scorched remains

 

With no net to catch them

 they fall into each other

 

Tumbling and hurling

 like a flaming ball

 

A hunger unsated

  devouring their passion

 

Their souls trapped and burning

  —in the fire they share

 

(Westborough Massachusetts: April, 2018)

Waiting For The Muse To Come

My eyes were diverted

my mind taken back

 

Her presence upon me

her breath an attack

 

There’s no sense in running

with no place to hide

 

Although rare in the daylight

her message alive

 

My pen comes out quickly

and drawn like a sword

 

Each word spoken plainly

and pointed toward

 

My life now a capsule

exploding like hail

 

The light towing blindness

the comets new tail

 

Last phrases are written

my senses return

 

I feel her leave slowly

   my pen it still burns

 

I look down at the page

   to see what I wrote

 

The handwriting foreign

familiar once spoke

 

   “Your life but a dream

   between wisps of my breath

 

   “Once spoken inside you

   beyond life and then death”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)