Distance

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

and days without you are like saltless

oceans and saline desert sands, but I

will never cease to be soothed by your

voice on the end of a telephone wire,

crackling like the flames that engulf this 

newly impassioned soul, and the words

tripping off my quivering lips will ring true

until the worlds that separate coincide once

more and I see your face again — remember

that I thank The Lord every day for you.

 

Happiness

If happiness is what you seek from me,

find me on my best friend’s bed as we

watch (another) grim episode of a French

drama. Or as we sneak to the kitchen

for the biggest bowl of dry granola that

anyone  has ever seen, complain,

and return to the blindingly bright fridge

for water and stumble back to the dimly-lit

cave of introspective French musings laced

with the hysterical laughter of teenage girls,

a cocktail of two parts serious, one part what

are we doing and shaken til dizzy, find me in

those moments and behind my eyes there

will be joyous flames that convince you that

even forest fires burn far too half heartedly.