Space Between

This bed 

is far too big 

for us, 

beloved.

We do not need 

all of this space 

between us. 

Look, 

beloved, 

how neatly 

your head 

fits in 

the crook 

of my arm, 

how perfectly 

my legs 

bend 

around yours. 

My cheek 

will find 

its resting place 

in the curve 

of your neck, 

and your hands 

will end 

their journey 

on the small 

of my back. 

This bed 

is far too big 

for us, 

beloved- 

we have no need 

for any space 

between us. 

Cicada Song

Somewhere, 

there is a place 

fashioned 

solely for us. 

Sunlight 

streams in 

among

leafy green 

ceilings, 

and we are 

serenaded 

by the 

siren song 

of cicadas. 

Meet me there, 

beloved. 

We have waited 

so long. 

The Failure of Webster

And it has always 

been this way:

each smile, 

each song, 

each breath, 

only yours. 

How could you 

have ever 

imagined otherwise? 

My darling, 

love is 

too small a word 

for the oceans 

that live inside us. 

Which letters 

can contain 

the infinite?