Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore
Category: Emotions
Refuse
An old cigarette
And me, both discarded trash
That once touched your lips
Relief
I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met
Leap
Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now
Pullman
Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep
Age
A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair
Looking back at me
Noise
Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it
Curves
The arc of her back
Revealed in alabaster
Carved by the moonlight
Beginnings
We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many
Shadow
The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear