Eating Poetry

The Skies Envy Us

the moon is jealous;
summoning the night to obscure you
infinitely lovelier

the sun is no better;
her light shines to make us part, our bed
infinitely warmer

Eating Poetry

Maps of Love (II)

well, I don’t want to be drunk again
scrolling through your Instagram page
playing spin-the-bottle with ghosts
and recall how you moved in me
if only your new girlfriend knew how to read the lines in your face!
these paths on which I have tread
these maps of love