Tag Archives: love poetry

The Landscape 0

I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love
is no longer those lilacs and roses whose breath
filled the broad woods, where the sail of a flame
lay at the end of each arrow-straight path.

Aphrodisia 1

Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered,
sibilant similes and promises sotto voce.

Heart to Heart 0

It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over