Common Ground

the darkness complete-
standing on the precipice
shouting at the void

the village green-
I hunt for the
elusive middle

Loss

hug your children tight
for tonight there are parents
who won’t get that chance

barren trees-
young branches
devoid of leaves

Forge

the heat of the forge-
showers of embers rise up
into a gunmetal sky

cold anvil-
hammers
ringing

Morning

our fingers entwined-
the dusky blush of daybreak
mirrored in your face

the rising sun-
my finger traces
along your lips

Evening

lighting up the sky-
the glow of paper lanterns
adrift in the night

evening stroll-
the dance
of fireflies

Cats

the wind plays a cat
unravelling skeins of snow
as I walk along

the wee hours-
between my legs
a sleeping cat

Thrill

the bedroom door wide
work clothes strewn across the floor
you and I asleep

endless meetings-
your fingers brush mine
by the sandwich tray

Rain

the new morning sun
shining through the mist after
a hesitant rain

sunset-
a sudden tattoo
on her tin roof

First Date

driving home alone
all the while the taste of you
lingers on my tongue

an awkward kiss-
moths flutter
near the porch light

Passion

your head on my chest-
falling asleep together
in the afterglow

a warm breeze-
tangled together
in the tall grass