Tag: poetry
Your checklist of firsts
They say progress is happinessWell how did it feelTo crumple your checklist of firstsAnd leave it on my couch Accomplished? Ecstatic?Motivated for what’s next?It’s a sweet thing to see the inkDried and discarded First isn’t last, unfortunatelyBut you live, you
What I mean when I tell you that I want you
Your body is some artful mix of Grecian marble, sun-drenched canvas, and a palette of a life well lived. You belong in a museum where people can appreciate you from every angle. I love your body and I would visit
Parallel Lives
Blood, sweat and steel Twisting metal to form Two perfect lines The same hammer shaped them; Pounding out imperfections and Inspiring character Wood splintered between them Between them, hope found and lost Men gave their lives And at their feet,