Hope

swallowing my doubts
returning day after day
in case you wake up

patchwork sunlight-
I brush the sleep
from your lips

Leap

on the precipice
staring out into the void
and back at myself

barren branches-
a great horned owl
spreads her wings

Betrayal

guttering gas lamps
weakly lighting the platform
where she waits, in vain

the scent of jasmine-
a silent stream
turns to ice

Scorched

before the thunder
a flash of jagged lightning
frozen in the snow

august sagebrush-
ravenous flames
insatiable

Lovers

life can be fickle
hold your lover close tonight
before it’s too late

a darkened doorway-
your soft lips hard
against mine

Experience

picking myself up
from all the times I’ve fallen
back in love with you

floating ice-
piling up
downstream

Kafkaesque

awake at first light
realizing far too late
I’m not who I thought

venus rising-
difficult memories
consigned to the fire

Potential

gilded double doors
open with empty promises
of false salvation

heavy leaden sky-
swollen riverbanks
poised to overflow

Homeless

a torn cap worn low
collar turned against the wind
shrouded in darkness

a squalid doorway-
scant shelter from
the bitter cold

Deception

I’ve changed all my locks
somehow your keys still fit in
and still turn me on

cold winds blow
your call comes through
in the dead of night