• Five Love Poems


    When Rains Subside
    No one could understand
    the smell of a volcano’s breath
    on a desert isle’s chest—until
    a rose bloomed where a cactus
    once stood. The wet salt air
    has no use in life or so
    we thought until we realized
    it came from the sea.
    Sometimes we fail to see
    hope in the horizon—all
    are dark clouds impending
    a storm. And then when rains
    subside the grass grew greener
    a crack on earth reveals
    a scent of flowers. You.

    * * *

    The Only Truth I Know is You
    We are deafened by scattered
    dirges, rattling down city
    streets. The hubbub of concrete
    owls that watch over us like
    broken clocks. Cobblestones
    that whisper a history of pain.
    Yet dancing limericks exude
    out of windows left open
    and eyes of sunsets look out
    from those tiny spaces
    between bricks and stones.
    Vagrant light somehow
    survives—and life stays
    alive like a Bee Gees song
    or purple swans gliding
    and jumping like dolphins
    on blue lagoons because
    there is you, my love–
    the only warmth that
    remains off a cold crevice
    of redundant winters.
    The only truth I ever knew.
    The only summer in my heart.

    * * *

    I Wondered
    And I wondered what insistence
    could recover my lost, long stride
    along burning columns of mire
    the endless mischief of leisure
    what serenade on this cold
    early spring could recall the smile
    that drips off a moon’s lips
    sweet as the first spray of dawn
    that wakes up a moist, sleeping
    earth. And then I found you.
    So I stopped wondering.

    * * *

    Full Moon, Black Sky
    Full moon, black sky.
    Stars protrude from
    its chest like olives
    ripe enough for fire’s
    tongue to catch
    and feast on. There
    is a flicker of light in
    the dusk guarded
    by wolves, between
    cracks of moist earth.
    I want to catch that
    glow with my mouth
    and keep it in me–
    growing like my love
    for you on insistent
    eager birthing.

    * * *

    Kiss Like Fire
    What does your tongue say
    thirsting and insistent.
    A taste of the delicacy
    of fires. A scent of lotus
    in a creek covered with
    moss. Wild. Yet gentle
    in its yielding. Like eager
    rain penetrating earth.
    It is conquest at the same
    time surrender. Love.


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