Rebel Lovers

The sea at
low tide
whispers
beyond our feet.

I walk
carelessly along
the boardwalk
with you.

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Love as a Battlefield

If I could compare
you to a mood
you would be

Anticipation

The beginning
of everything new
bad, good, or in-between

(sought for)
(fought for)

And when I’m weary
and turn
my head

Your smile on
our pillow
tells me:

Again

Countdown

I bottle up scents
The  first night after
The  first fight and tears
First “I love you”s and “I hate you”s
The first fissures and poorly-made welds

I pickle parts
Of that living, breathing thing between us
Always on life-support
Knowing
Time runs out

Indifference

I no longer
Have the energy
For anger
Or hate —
Only this uncaring.