American Sonnet

A Love Sonnet

I picture us together forever.

I love your taste on my lips and my tongue.

A whiff of your scent - I’m high with craving.

You give me that buzz: my heart beats too fast,

Colossal butterflies flurring within;

My mind races and my focus sharpens,

I feel endless possibilities wait,

Have endless energy to chase my dreams.

A life without you, I can’t imagine;

Exhausted, down, whenever we’re apart,

The day drags on to no end! My mind hurts,

I can’t keep myself from sheets and pillows,

Or my eyes from wafting shut. Please don’t go!

I’m hooked on your caffeine, my sweet Coffee.

Apology Poem

Dear God,

I don’t know why.

I’m so inexcusably sorry.

I was not of right mind.

It’s not my fault.

Demon possession? - anything
To shirk responsibility
From me like a toddler
Pointing to his imaginary friend.

Addiction is like a god,

Man is just an animal, you know.

It’s like a fat juicy steak. It’s so

Tantalizing

And the more I think of it,

Hide from it, the hungrier I get,

Waiting, until I kill conscience

And dig in, fangs and all.

Maybe it was him before you

And him before that

And he she me before that

And those dictator endorphins

In my brain (psychological science)

Or the fact that I didn’t know

I was alive unless I tasted,

And God, when you don’t know

You’re alive, it’s hard not to sin.

Valentine's Poem

An Ode to Us [?] 

You wear your lackluster smile

Like an ill-fitting cap. It sits

sideways on your face and lops

over your dark as sin cheeks.

I wish I could kiss you again,

Welcome your fat slick browns

With my emaciated pinks.

Yeah, I’d like a lot of things

from you for you with you

but nothing in those blackhole

eyes blinks back. You know

darling is a word. Love

is a word too. And it means

more than the thing between

hello and goodbye.

Image Response Poem

The Secret

Small creeks between frozen plains

A warm, bright match inside my mouth

By Sylvia Morrow

Response Poem:

Her Secret

You are so small now.

You were once big and famous and I was so

jealous. But not anymore. He

told me what happened between you two

and now I carry that secret,

your lit match to my bomb’s string -

I am on fire, exploding, and you can’t deny it

I am better, greater, outdistancing you,

I see your drooped neck, sad eyes as you watch me

walk, stare at my high head my big eyes my twig thin wrists.

Your face is always so ghosted so bored so shutdown

Like a stampede just ran across your forehead and

Youre still trying to recover what was just pounded out.

I know if you could you would

Bring the life, the color, the hope back into your skin your lips

your heart but you cant,

you bled too much for him and still bleed too much for him,

and I thrive while you wilt

because you know (all too well) my secret too.

You know, after everything he did to you and you gave

up one by one, the easy and the crevice, 

every part of you,

tried to take what was once mine, you know

it was to me not you, that under that cold January sun.

he still said,

I love you.