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…


Your eyes glow
in the burning embers
of my raging heart.

I am scorched
from love’s flames,
my body branded
with the smoldering passion
of your touch.

The scent of your skin
on mine still,
like incense smoke.

Dangerous and untamed,
I am a wildfire
burning for you.



“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.