There have been studies that suggestsleeping clutching a pillow releasesthe same endorphins as falling asleepwith a lover-and I hope it is true as I f..
I had a dream last nighthe called me his in a dingylittle unfamiliar kitchenand then he pulled me closekissed my foreheadand told me he loved me.I wok..
Sometimes I punish myself with thescene of his goodbye-the instantanious sadness,the overwhelming feeling ofworthlessness-to remind myself to never al..
He knows how I look nakedstripped down to my soulcuddled to his chest cryingharder than I had since childhood.He knows my voicein love and in anger-an..
I'm hoping when I leave thatyour bed smells like my perfumeotherwise you'll probably forgetI was even thereuntil the next time you needa soft place to..
I would love you in any language-my native tongue spillingintricate sonnets to your name-or confused and lost on astreet in France, unfamiliarwith the..
he holds his coffee like a lifeline-his eyes electric with anxiety alonein a corner booth-and each time the door openshe looks up eager with hope, unw..
I found a poem I had lost years agoback when the fierceness of new lovewas enough to keep even the wolves atthe door at bay-and suddenly I wish I had ..
I never should have led him to that beachdark but the crescent moon andthe waves crashing like memories refusing to stay away-He buried my feet to kee..
Some days I would swear I amsacred-the universe bursting from my fingertips-but mostly I am justbones wrapped in flesh too easily torn-as small asa mo..