still I love you.

I know at times I take on your faults. I believe. I change. I see you don’t.

I sip your poison. It doesn’t kill me, not yet.

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I wonder through the veneer of his autocued grimace if it’s all new at all. 

All of it

Isn’t that all of it,

to reach up to the sun

with fists filled with golden sand,

the hot grains fleeing through the cracked clasp,

and for the sun’s shine to be

silvered by the passing

moods of the earth.

MicroPoems Ep.5

21.

In your eyes
I see, that those presented
as most strong, are those
most complicit in deceit.

***

22.

Who controls what we think?
Sometimes I tell myself
I do

***

23.

I’m trapped again,
stuck to your sweet voice,
your whispered honeydew words
leaving a brilliant sheen
in my bronze eyes.

***

24.

I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic heart trembling
within my sleeve.

***

25.

I could have died,
left
alone
in your heart.

*****

MicroPoems Ep. 4

16.

I always play to place,
in face
of the insurmountable weights,
tugging
from yesterday.

***

17.

Encased in crystal drops,
within home’s walls, I part,
donning an upturned eye,
yearning through these waters
in search of you.

***

18.

I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic beats, trembling
within my sleeve.

***

19.

I freeze
to the thought of leaving;
dreading a return
to your parted presence.

***

20.

I want the world to be empty,
filled by just us two.

***

MicroPoems Ep. 3

11.

Making the strings sing
relieves me of all pain.

***

12.

In bed, and again
my mind spills,
leaving
only thoughts of you.

***

13.

Time ticks
away, the seconds pass
you’re drawn ever closer.
Friday.

***

14.

Each time you come in,
you destroy all there before.

***

15.

Staccato messages swapped,
a nod to our natural tide
retreating from a false-love’s lust.