They say this is the princess era,

but what I crave in you

is the masculinity-

the kind that holds my heart

in two hands,

never shaking,

not once trembling,

as I bring

the chaos of my mind

into your world

Love woke in the middle of the night to find Pain staring at the moon.

They spoke –

their conversation whispered into

the deep quiet.

Pain asked if she could live without him.

Love did not have an answer.

So they stayed,

Promising each other they would meet once more.

But Love found another.

And Pain stayed awake

for all of eternity.

It’s on the days when
the words,
of every alphabet

cannot be strung together

from my cracked,
and bruised heart.

One look
in silence,
shared in memory,
as you walked by in the rain-

brown eyes
melting me away.

I felt the spark —
I was sure of it,
but it struck the deep waters
of my soul,
still sparking
as I drowned
in the magic of you.

Burnt-coffee eyes,
and a soul
made of sky —

I could not write
our ending;
you would have read it
even in silence,
with your discerning eyes.

No more cryptic words-
I’m too sensitive for that.

Mr. M, your smile was worth a thousand unspoken thoughts;
it was radiant – pure sunshine.

Superman himself
couldn’t shine that bright.
I wish you’d seen my light
the way I saw yours.

Because I was charismatic
and blushing-
in ways I never am.

But your smile,
your banter –
they fogged over
every clever, witty
comeback I had saved.