Friday, February 24, 2012

this or that


Is it your absence
or your presence
that makes me miss myself?

Is it your spoken words
or your silence
that leaves me speechless?

Is it the tight embrace
or the moment we break free to breathe
that binds us as one?

Is it you who asks me to scribble
or is it you on whom I wish to scribble
that makes my scrabble for words worthwhile?

Sunday, February 05, 2012

United. Apart.


Early summer night; 
In distant lands.
Away,
 Apart. 
Yet, united 
by a moon over head.
And the after taste
of our first kiss.