My Love

Sometimes
I’m fine with my space
and solitude – in fact
I crave them, but
other times (like right now) I
want to cling to you like
we’re on the run from the
law, and they’re chasing us with
dogs, and we’re holding
each other in a swamp, under-
water, breathing through straws,
fierce partners hanging on
until the danger is
past.

Love
(for Susan)

I’m tired of the
cold she said, so we
built a fire, and
the flame lovingly consumed
the wood, and we
fed it, and it burned hot
and clean and settled and
left little behind, and the
heat and light were
good and made the
cold dark night
that much better.

So we lovingly consume
each other, we add fuel and
bank the embers, and the heat
and light are good, and we
leave little behind, hopefully,
as we don’t want to
waste a thing.

D & S on the Olad

D & S on the Olad

Dinner

My God, she looked
beautiful.

I kept stealing
glances that might

have been considered
rude if she

were not my
wife.

heartbreak

heartbreak

I want to break
your heart – what’s
more intimate than
that?
No bed, no
embrace brings
two people closer
than shared
heartache.
If I can break
your heart, or you
mine, if we can be
conductors for that
searing blue spark,
then we are no longer
alone.
Our existence is proof
that you can live
through it.
Hope.
Communion.
I want to break your
heart so you’ll fall
in love with me.
So I can break your
heart.

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