I may have to

perform an operation

to remove you

from my heart.


Cut you out

with a scalpel,

surgically extract you.


I know I will bleed,

and feel a lot of pain.

The healing period my be long.

I may not ever be

the same as I was before.


But sometimes


calls for extreme measures.

Dead End: Your Eyes Revisited

So your heart

turned out

to be a dead end.


You lead me down this path,

tempted me

with a promise of love.


I walked towards you,

ever hopeful

to get somewhere.

But I ran into

your cold shoulders.


Now I lie here in bed,


chilled by the rain outside

and the darkness

of your eyes.

I Wish


I wish
I had not walked away this evening,
feeling the pulse of indifference
between us.

I wish I had stayed,
and watched you open to me
like morning glories open
in bright morning sun.

I wish
you were pulling me closer
against your hard body,
like you do sometimes in sleep.

I wish
your love
was not so rare.

I wish…



“Do I dare put the dream market on display?” — Anne Sexton


Please do not steal

my gilded words, carefully crafted,

from the tip of my heart’s pen, stained as it is

with the ink of my blood.


Please do not rip

my precious fluttering heart

out from the velvety folds of my delicately embroidered hope chest,

so innocently beating.



do not dim

my small spark of radiant life,

vibrantly aglow,

effusive with love and agony,

my intrepid inner lantern

lighting me

along the path

of my soul.