It Was Fire
It was fire I saw
in your gorgeous nebulas
when you turned the crank, starting the engine
of the universe. Your hair shined flaming red, your eyes alight with joy,
and I wished to be the reason they lit up.
GOAD Pillow Fight
On Days Quite Like This One
Water runs hot across fingertips
perfect temperature slipping
through the space between gasps, hums.
Toes replace fingers then
pink calves slip deeper
beneath bubbles
the angel
sinks and
sighs.
My Love, My Angel
My love’s eyes are the warm gold of the sun,
Their skin and scales the soft caress of dawn.
My love’s hair is the flames of a war won.
Their lips curve into a smile, a bow drawn.
Nocturnal Acrostics
Perhaps it’s a little silly
You may find it strange
Just how much I find myself
Adoring how you look resting
My lovely Angel, tucked
Away in our soft bed
Sleeping in tartan pyjamas
Serpentine
Serpentine,
Your form you call a flaw,
A curse. But I never saw it
That way. Have you seen your scales
Glisten in the sun? Perhaps if I joined you,
You’d believe me when I call you
Beautiful.