I'm a fiction-writer-turned-poet who, for some strange reason has chosen to have a career in real estate, an industry with which I have a volatile, love-hate relationship. I also enjoy drinking too much coffee, swimming in the Pacific Ocean, and listening to rap music when I have road rage in traffic.
walls of glass
on the cusp of dreams passing whispered notes of Iloveyous we pretend there is nothing keeping us apart but a wall of glass separates us pressing palms against its surface our hands mirror a broken embrace fingertips trace corrugated waves across our reflections sunset casts rainbow fractals blurring our faces, each wavelength a mirror echoing our image around in circles, wrapping our glass in technicolor ribbons we tie over in knots pulled taut by our resistance to let go of their fraying ends, in the same way we refuse to collapse our memories our light shatters the glass, unraveling it into shards scattered around our feet rainbow fractals shine upward, our reflection sparkling like stars inside their light spread out beneath us the gentleness in your eyes no longer lost behind shimmery gloss of my own our palms pressed together your skin warm beneath my touch
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Untitled (cold water) (16/10/2019)
Untitled (variations on coffee series) (02/10/2019)
Untitled (stranger conversations) (30/09/2019)
walls of glass (25/09/2019)
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