This is how
skin
touches your body in its most indecent moments
This is how
love
busts out through the gates of hell and into your arms
This is how
we live
enveloped in warmth in the cold months of the winter
until the sun comes out from behind the shadows and we remember who we are
This is how
love becomes ordinary
in breakfast eggs and morning coffee
in conversations about the weather and about hopes and dreams
This is how
we forget that this is worth something
that everything we fought for was good and true and important
This is how
we stop giving each other love letters
and holding the door
and calling at midnight
and kissing in the rain
This is how
we lose the thing we once were
the thing this once was
This is how
love comes through the door, shatters the glass and ruins the carpets
and leaves you with empty hands
This is how
You
Go
I haven’t written poetry is so many years, but reading yours makes me miss it and makes me want to pick up pen and paper and get to it immediately. You write beautifully.
This is such a beautiful poem…
Beautiful and sensuous…!!
Very beautiful :)
Beautifully written! Eloquent, raw and moving. Thank you!!
Beautiful.