Museum of Memories

Do you remember that time we went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?

You trailed me through the Greek statues as I gawked at my “ancestors.”

Making poses next to Artemis and Apollo, as if we were Gods ourselves.

We thought  we were… didn’t we?

That we had it all. Continue reading

High Heat.

I requested a warm affection

But received a hot addiction.

I wanted soul in his step

But witnessed stepping into his soul.

I asked for his hand

But arrested his heart.

And like a perfect rose set aflame

Burnt are the passions in love’s bitter game.

Sweltering Christmas

Frozen hearts could thaw

By your sweltering embrace.

The crisp winter breeze

Never kissed your finger tips.

And the whitest snow

Broiling beneath your boots.

I never knew a Christmas

So devoid of the bitter

Cold I once suffered

Before you.