the meringue at the end of my fork is strong;
it stands on its own, whipped
light, airy
it is filled with sugary sweet air
but soon,
it collapses, deflates
air oozes out through the cracks in its armor
soon it is nothing
but a cracked shell on the ground,
empty, hopeless
unaware that it ever knew how
to stand on its own.
-a.c.b

this moment, here
laying with you
face buried in your neck
your arms wrapped all around me
will never
ever
be enough.
forgive me for being greedy,
but i'm a bit of a homebody
and your arms are my home;
baby if you love me
don't let go.
-a.c.b

oh, how tragically beautiful-
the two poets so madly in love
yet their hurricanes rage so deep inside;
they cling to each other with the hope that
the flames of their passion
will extinguish the monsoons of their demons.
-a.c.b

is it bad
that i can already taste the goodbye
on your tongue?
-a.c.b

midnight kisses.


Tonight
under the
rumble
of our
moistened
satin
sheets,

I could
not hold
you any
tighter
between
my arms,

or could
I lie
deeper
in your
sighs,

and in
our bed.

there
is no
doubt
in the
stars
that fall
around
us over
head.

and my
universe
tilts
to your
eyes,

and my
senses
fill with
the taste
of you,

and over
and over
again
this one
moment
will never

be enough.