I kiss corners of hearts
Taste of bitterness
Love is supposed to be sweet.
writing at midnight
small hours bring inspiration
and sepling eroors
Love is like sumner
Warm breaths defrost
Cold hearts
In days when spring comes
Embraced in love, safe -
Flowers presence calms
storm's of hearts,
Bloom peace, fear departs.
I was unprepared
For the trauma of your “love”
Heart’s rhythm now ruined
Hemmed in by her pride
She’ll stubbornly wear failure
Like a thorn corset
Sunlight laced perfectly
With fresh frosting
Settles in a moment
Of stillness
chatoyant currents
tumble ’round my submerged heart
worn like river stone