Love Her Blind and Other Poems

Within these pages, ember-ghosts entwine,
Where long, black rivers shine like tarred-out wine.

Sunflowers hold bold gold; with winter's bite mighty tight,
Icicle tears fall and break with each breath of brittle night.

Here love is an iron, barbed, and rusted key;
It cuts, then brightens, binding readers to see.

A hammer-fist on glass makes spidered pain anew,
And memory rains, then dries to ash-streaked stained blue.

Rocking chairs, once meant to soothe, turn to dread;
They swing like storms above a child's pained head.

Birdsong with beeps; crows counsel, sharp and rough;
They ask what you will bear, and how much is too much.

Roots drink red blood; the silent forests pray;
A Grandfather-God lifts stars like lambent clay.

A tall man waits there; streetlights blink and fade;
The searing needle steers your will through shade.

These poems are matchflames in the midnight room;
They stitch your heart with light, to loosen doom.

Pray, Muse, let broken visions rise,
To summon forth rising sea tides deep within inspired eyes.