Paper bomb

If we could read all the love letters

the poetry projected over the years

the ink would form the night

the words stars

the sun our intention to love

Would rise every time we wrote the words

the sky and birds

would scream we are alive

I would use the paper and poems we wrote

to drop from the sky

letters and prayers from us to god

to breach the void between us

The elation of creation

within our United Nations.

Skin Remembers

Scars won’t forget

Living life with habits and daily regrets

I lost you in the sands of time

only your voice remembered

like the days tender sunlit kiss

but my television brain won’t remember this

that it came to an end before it started

and those days are long time departed

the spark in my heart

won’t leave

this aches longing to breathe

but I cannot deceive myself in to thinking

we were anything but just friends

the hour grows late, I just pretend

I can’t send you that last message

that says this ends

because your voice haunts me

you are my tattoo, my scar.