One day soon
this heart will burst
and in the midst of flying flesh
you will discover all the words
that troubled my tongue but
never crossed my lips.

—–

I wish I could string
a necklace made of moonbeams
for the sinuous emptiness that is
your neck.

—-

The waiting in winter
still continues but
beneath the frozen exterior
a faint heart beat glows.

—–

One more minute
and I could have caught you
in my arms under the tree
where our lips first touched.

——

One heart beat at a time
I wish for all the beautiful things
that will never come to pass.