She Wrote Me A Letter

October 20, 2008

She wrote me a letter —

Bittersweet as a goodbye kiss
and desolate as the Gobi
subtle as the the breeze in her hair
and cold as the winter.

— I will not read this one.


Shivering Cold

September 20, 2008

she tastes like liquor
unintelligible  mumblings
and soft lips.
her hands are cold,
but that isn’t why you’re shivering.
your eyes are locked
have been for months,
her touch is gentle
but what will this be
when you wake up?
the bottle will be empty
and the blankets will be cold,
there is no simple ending
in fact, no ending at all.
you are thief,
a cheat,
and no one knows.