Poetics

candied love


It’s quickly spun from nothing but sugar and air into something
that sticks to your fingers
and melts in your mouth
like a dry kiss made wet
with passion



The Writing on the Wall



I see its scribble riddle
reaching for a meaning
stretching out like
slender fingers that have lost
their feeling

It's not the end that keeps
me staring, but new lines
which are appearing
while I watch and pant
and wait for more