we have become a pattern,
you and i,

the lines between our beings blurred
so that even we are not quite sure
where one begins

and the other ends.


a rhythm flows

like an endless stream

through our veins,


tripping lightly over sharp rocks,
wearing edges smooth over time,

picking up mementos here and there
and depositing them

in new places
for others to discover.


ripened like brie de meaux,
we are soft, full and fragrant,
a thin rind of mould
crusting our outer bits.


i cannot even say,
“i am yours,”
because i am not.

there is only we  —

the coalescence of us.







Day Four: Love Poem

Notes: Today’s prompt is to write a “loveless” love poem. Don’t use the word love! And avoid the flowers and rainbows.  Try to write a poem that expresses the feeling of love without the traditional trappings associated with the subject matter.

This poem felt very “lower case.”  🙂
For those of you who are lovers of punctuation, I apologise.