Nights when we knew...

Nights

What happened to those nights
of smeared lipstick
and wandering hands.

What happened to
white, wrinkled, linen sheets
and sweaty palms.

What happened to
passion at night
followed by pancakes in the morning.

What happened to
swollen lips
from kisses that vowed to never end.

Did they find a new home?


2007
From my first collection, I Know All The Right Things To Say.

Afterthoughts After Loving

Hello friend.

It has been a while since I've posted any poetry on here. Muse was out on vacation somewhere, but I can feel it calling out my name again ;)

Hope you enjoy this shorty - Afterthoughts After Loving...

The morning after

is the darkest of them all

The coming of solitude

and swallowing the heavy hard lump of regret -

scratching the sides of my throat

as it makes its way down

where it will sit with me all afternoon...

until your next phone call.

In the mirror

I see you

in pieces still clinging to the corners of my mouth

D r y

this

is

the

start

of scraping off the afterthoughts.