the blood in me loves you

and other sweet nothings

i can make real 

simply by speaking them, lover


with your head in my lap

my hands in your long hair

and the night fraying at the

edges around us


giving way to dawn

for the second time

what a treat to watch it

become light once again

with you


and other sappy shit, too

because that’s what i’m good at

putting more poetry 

and romance into whatever

it is we have


whatever it is

we had

than there ever could have been


and sometime it feels like

all that’s left between us is

an empty bottle of rum

two dirty shot glasses

and the shaking of my hands

the aching of my teeth


and what an ending that is,



what an ending this is

giving back the time

i had tried to borrow

for us



    A great and honest love poem. Your style of writing is always extraordinary.

    I’ve been taking a break from this site due to a difficult time with my son. I borrowed the form that you use for one of my poems, I hope that you don’t mind. I never ask you to read my crap, but this time I’m asking for your help. The poem is “IOU”, I wrote it quickly from my emotions. I would appreciate any suggestions you have in editing it. My son is going through an extremely dark time.

    • queer-with-a-pen

      This is probably my most favorite poem I've written in a hot minute. As always, thank you for the compliment. I look forward to your comments on my poems a lot.

      Also, I promise that I do read you "crap," I just tend to lurk more than I comment. It's totally on me, but sometimes I just don't know what to say. I am trying to get better at that, though. I am flattered that you used my writing form for a poem of your own. I will absolutely leave a comment. I hope your son is doing better soon.

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