Taming My Tongue

It’s hard to write a love song
When my heart is caving in.

I think of you
and all I wanna do
Is eat my pen.

Oh, one thing I can do
Is give it straight
But then again –

An angry tongue
Commands no passion
It goes too far with them.

Your storms unearth
old shipwrecks in me.

I’ve sailed these seas before.

For what, I can’t recall.
I guess it’s time I hit the shores.

I’m heavy with some loaded words
That won’t see light of day

The Obamas say
“If they go low, we go high.”

I go away.

This Love Is…

I wake up to the view of a sleepy city,
Morning skies of pink and purple.
Snow is blue, and orange lights are pretty.
I taste the air of waking up with you…

Like cinnamon on coffee, cream, and sugar
Too hot to swallow but I won’t spit you out.
Burn my tongue on my new favorite flavor.
Love is pain and sweet, without a doubt.

Wide awake, I hear the sound of Tuesday.
Morning skies give way to the midday sun.
City loud, like a hammer on a railway.
I taste you in the booming and the hum.

Like Green tea, milk and honey stirred so tender…
Too hot to swallow, but I won’t spit you out.
Burn my tongue on my new favorite flavor.
Love is pain and sweet, without a doubt.