February 14, Dancing

a single lover
dancing alone
on a dance floor full of people
grace and dignity

like the pharaoh’s of old.


February 11, Ingress

there is a shortage of tears
or perhaps a surplus of kisses
after I met you

I shed my skin in
what used to be
the pretentious courtyard
of my loneliness

I realized
that I use the word ‘love’
far too seldom
so, to you, this one ingress
I carve it on my skin
for all to see

no embellishments
I love you.