Tag: love

My Black-Eyed Girl

The beginning lines of this poem drifted into my head as I drove to work, and I turned it over and over in my mind until I landed on the (relatively) finished version below:

My Black-Eyed Girl

I wrote a letter to the sky
that ended up in the dead
letter office of your soul that
you frequent, despite your
better judgement. It said

my girl’s eyes are blue like
you on a cloudless day, but
I prefer them dark as night.

When I saw you again, your
eyes had become black and
we fell asleep under kind trees
that became our final home
and blossomed into stars.

Time Well Spent

I’m not entirely sure what this is about, other than how strange the language of intimacy can be.

Time Well Spent

I gaze ecyclopedically at her.

“I dig the Carpathian Basin
of your dirty mouth,” I say.

She sizes me up with hot eyes.

“Your tears are my blessed
Ob River,” she tells me through
teeth the size of Russian metaphors.

We hold each other in golden abeyance
and type letters on the flesh of our palms.