Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...

an egg on the countertop
rolls...

Yesterday
you took a stake, and with it...

The sun up high does shine too bright
upon a daffodil in sight...

“a fork is all you need” he said
“that’s all you need” he reassured himself...

with a dirty boot
and a pocket knife in hand...

This winter
the sky is cold white...

that boy you called a twig
was the compass who guided me home...

Title: A Heart that plays with fire
a ribbon laced around a pony tail...

If you say you love me dear
Then I need no diamond ring...

Help me be as transparent as clear water
like a river always in motion...

Sometime you’ll realize
you are like a rock in a mouthful of beans...