Yellow

Come here love, she gestures, voice barely above whisper Learning my face with her frail hands. It’s been so long since my eyes clouded over Remind me, love, what yellow looks like?   Yellow is the feel of overgrown grass as you lie on your back among the buttercups and dandelions white-noise cicada calls drowning …

Sonnet for Platonic Lovers

If love should be a human’s highest goal Then human’s highest goal is what I’ve found Yet we are more than two halves of a whole Nor by a wedded contract are we bound Our love displays itself through minutes spent For in time spent as friends, our love it builds ‘Tis you who bless …