more! more! more!

ice blue roses bloom,
unnaturally hued,
in your presence

I cannot help
but fall to
my knees

to worship,
how nature
goes awry
when you
are near

green and hard
my heart
devolves, envious
and longing
to be the one
and only

breaking my fist
on the ceiling
of my longing,
there is
nothing to do
with my shattered
fingers now,
except mark
my tears as
a response
to the pain in
my hand
and not the one
in my poor,
poor soul

I cringe and
shudder when
you pull the
blinds on the
only world I know,
now I only see
you in shadow

when the sun
finally rises to
fill the void you
have left for me,
I find myself
unable to call out
to you, muted,
my voice echoes
through the……

more! more! more!
is all I ask of you,
help me keep up
my end of
the promise to
love you, even
though you cannot
seem to find a way
to keep yours


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my hands cupping
your tear drenched face,
you will not let loose
of the bright blue balloon
filled with platitudes,
you have always been
the bearer of passion,
and hate,
cruel daylight
the mirror opposite
of mesmerizing night

shock resonating through
my head when I learn
I am never going to
see you again,
deep sorrow exploding
through my heart
because I know why,
I know your excuse
is me



I am screaming at you
in whispers,
for all my
throat clenching
and teeth gnashing
you get
feathers bouncing
on bubbles,
and I do not know
how to get my
point across
without encountering
a smile and a wink,
I sit at the kitchen
table with my head
hung low over a too
cold cup of coffee,
our histories
repeat themselves
with the roles reversed,
there is an incredible
rage in me
flowing in the
wrong direction,
you are the object
of my ire
but you are not
the subject,
I have your love
not your respect

!! WAIT !!

there is nothing
in any of these words
that make any sense
out of what we have
been through together,
only fear that races
through my heart
wanting to see how
perfect we could
have been together,
if only
you would change,
if only
I could change,


walk on by

it was two days in a row
that you smiled at me
and then walked on by

half of me was struck
by your auburn hair
by your hazel eyes
by that amazing smile,
and underneath all of that
you smell so good

the other half of me was struck
by my utter inability to produce
an intelligible phrase
(I’m pretty sure blaphumpdem doesn’t even count as a word)
so as I stood there
watching you walk on by,
my feet are riveted to the floor
and I am saying a quiet thanks
that you walked on by,
and I am uttering a quiet prayer
that tomorrow,
before you walk on by
I’ll be able to say “hi”

— GB

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sheets pulled up
over his head,
rocking to a cadence
no one else can hear,

she is in every
movement made,
a circular reference
on a perfumed breeze,

fingernails dragged
through empty space
catch on a dust mote,
rip a gash that
weeps time
over their faces,

they wallow in it
as if it might
might dry up and
leave them gasping
for more,
far more,

— GB

without end

on the edge of
the mattress,
toes tap on the floor
to a rhythm
syncing in and out
of his head
on the bright
defiant comet’s tail

passing between
him and the sun,
pieces of Earth,
tiny grains of sand,
he counts, one for
every moment he
spends thinking of you

a timeless, loving,
task without end

— GB