Affection

The three blushing

roses sat upon the

desk, petals delicately

displayed, pointing

towards the sky.

And as they sat in

the glass vase upon the

white countertop

beside the blonde beauty

working diligently on

an insignificant

college paper,

there they stayed;

Reminding

her that someone

loved her enough

to buy her three

pink blushing roses

to sit upon her desk. 

Median

The moment between safe and sadness

happened when I said,

“I wish we weren’t here.”

Tension had been building

to a point where all I wanted 

was to get back to

our place of normalcy,

but a decision needed to be declared.

Distant days had passed since

the discussion of our future,

a future Hope had cast her hand in.

Our commitment encompassed

the core of my heart;

And how could the heart be wrong?

So I waited, waited for you

in that crowded softly-lit space

to quiet your thoughts and share

with me your mind.

But you,

you knew all along the path you must take.

You kept your truth hidden, preserved the

decision deep within to ferment 

like fateful fruit.

As your personal pungent wine poured from

your lips, you knew it would cause

my mind to pucker, and your definitive answer

caused Hope within my chest

to fall from her home  

D

O

W

N

to the wood-tiled floor

in one solid second.

And that moment between safe and sadness,

where my whispered words

finally found your ears,

was when we both knew 

there would be no more

me&you. 

Tinman

"If I only had a heart,” 

said the Tinman to  

Dorothy Gale after

resurrecting from his

rusted prison.

A heart is needed to live,

to pump blood through

veins, spread nutrients

throughout the body,

but when it comes down to it,

why are hearts so fragile,

so easily broken?

And why would a man

made of tin want to

suffer so much like a human,

to be further conquered by emotions

and to cry until rusting solid,

forcing himself into solitude

again and again?

Instead, he should ask for

a mind like the Scarecrow,

a place for prayer and patience

to keep feelings controlled…

But then…

where would

desired love

thrive?  

Fractured Fortress

The castle we built

is crashing down.

High walls tumble and fall,

and while I’m crushed

under the weight,

you try and place

scattered pieces back

together like a puzzle

reaching to the sky.

But it’s no use.

Its destruction,

its demise,

is done.

The fallen stones,

cracked and broken,

crumble apart and

turn to dust at our

feet, blowing away

in the wind and

escaping our

fine fingertips.

As we turn our

faces from the

ground and stare

into each other’s eyes,

the truth becomes real:

there’s no way back

to our polished, perfect

house of dreams.

So where shall we

go from here? 

Jack and Jill

In old nursery rhyme

of Jack and Jill,

we were told how

after climbing their

hill Jack fell first and Jill

followed close behind.

But, did Jack fall blindly,

tripping over two left feet?

Or did Jill push him,

angry over a truth he

chose to confess?

And once she watched him

tumble down,

did guilt consume

her heart and drive her

towards the same fate?

For when one love falls

so does the other in

Defeat. 

Proposal

Your immensity

halts my breath

with each new step

towards a future with you.

But your quiet demeanor

reaches into my core

until I want more

of you and the qualities we share.

And Our differences

mesh Us together

all more the better

than only mere similarities could do.

So when We take

that final stride,

climb up the mountainside

of life’s uncertainties,

We shall illuminate

a world of forever love.

And know,

that together,

We will forever

be united as

One.