A STUDY IN RED AND WHITE
Perhaps a poinsettia-shaped arrow,
aimed perfectly by the mischievous son of Venus,
brought pomegranate seed mayhem
to this soul of mine.
A red velvet cake secret
snowballed sweetly until
I was pale with no sleep, no appetite
for anything but you.
A December rose blooms above fresh fallen snow—
how did you slip
between my silver lining?
KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
On our bones
we painted strawberries
to hide cracks made
by life in the desert.
Hidden grief
lives in our bones;
the painted life of the desert
hides what we have lost.
Our weak love, colder
than desert night,
cuts a fault line through our lives,
and the heat eats our bones.
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