harlequin poems

poems, mostly open

imagine...

Imagine... Love is lost. Life is gone. Time is stopped. You are mine. What is a world where the one thing that means the most is in your possession?

a game.

Hide and seek. Can you find me? Am I hiding In the dark? Tag you’re it. Can you catch me? Will you love me Like your own? Marco polo. Can you sense me? Am I senseless Of your love?

the truth behind the lies

Hello... I just wanted to ask you, I don't mean to pry, Or be a bothersome menace; I'm just trying to ask a question. Who am I? You used to call me your own.

kiss?

Darkened scenes from a forgotten play Nightime traces her fingers through your hair; A whispered word makes the pain bearable As a lifetime of shame seems to disappear. Tilt you head back