I just love the way
your hand touches my back when
we’re walking through rooms,
like I belong to you, and
I’m so happy to be yours.
59/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
I just love the way
your hand touches my back when
we’re walking through rooms,
like I belong to you, and
I’m so happy to be yours.
59/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
there’s no one to put
a happy face on for now,
so I won’t bother
58/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
If you want to know,
I shouldn’t have to ask for
any of this now –
it hurts to do this so much,
to keep on feeling the need.
55 / 365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
When I wake up
in the dim, dark light
of the early early morning,
I think of you
because now I know exactly
what you look like
in the moonlight –
and when I can’t
reach out and touch you
I want to take you
back with me into dreams
just for a little while
because it’s safer there,
isn’t it?
54/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
I know some think
I should be more cautious,
but I love
the way I love.
I’m all in,
off the cliff,
diving in to love,
and the scary
beautiful crazy thing
is that nothing
can save me now.
50/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year