Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I dip my toes into
his eyes,
those pools
sage serene,
stirring for something,
perhaps a rasp of our breaths
like the wings of dragonflies 
scissoring through this metal frisson.

I am tempted to dive in
and make known my fears,
But instead I sit there beside him,
staring at the sky,
for a clearing of throat,
for a rumble
of rain
to pour down secrets on to my love's skin.


  1. i know it's almost blasphemous to say i liked this line or that line of a poem...but still...i really liked the first two lines of this poem...the image at least i can draw inside me is too appealing...thank you..