Is it too much to ask?My pen feels heavier with each hopeful word,desire dirtying the clean, crisp paper.Gut wrenching guilt,I am down on my knees,the river Thames has found a new home,past the bursting bank of my lashes,down my cheeks,onto my bed sheets.I chant,calling out,reciting the things my aching fingertips reach for in my sleep,as…

Your tears,my lover,they tear me apart,and I am rebuilt,no longer a soldier in the war of our wanting,just a dreamer in a field of dandelions,writing you a verse about the roses that grow when you blow me a kiss from your bedroom window.

Tied up my hair in a ribbon,eyes glistening,gazing at the vermillion sky.I waited for the stars,but the hands of time stopped turning,and the oxygen was glowing as I knelt by the open window.My hands were clasped together,writing love letters with soft lips to the universe.Pleading with a pout,as my desires dance into the ether. I…

You grew jealous of my tears,how they gently stroked my face as I slowly lost my mind, in your absence.You called me your mad Queen,your doolally doll,dying once an hour until you picked up the phone,then collapsing into infatuated incoherence at the sound of your voice. I never cry when you’re close,ironing your shirts in…

I’m waiting in my garden for my girl,all my dreams bend and break around the stems of my roses,and it’s almost like the more I wish,the more I lose,but I still wish,because I’m a creature of cruel habits. Maybe she will see me in the spring time,when the sunshine is a sweet friend to the…