Poems on the topic: love

Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.

ContemplativeDave Bonta

Bookwormhole

entering my book where to be gone to who among others to love in their poor varnish how to see at night
RomanticDave Bonta

Language of love

we loved in the fewest words fickly demandable loath to speak with one mouth red and full of evening
RomanticDave Bonta

Love questions

will the missing kiss grow on his lip like a difficult word is love is a hard game to play or an inconvenience on the way to sleep or to my mind a great delirium between joy and concern
SadDave Bonta

Magical thinking

the pit is my guide it rises from my own make-believe sand do I imagine a chance joy or live with nature having no cards for king and queen the mark of the knave is buying love I find my wife in bed with the plague
RomanticDave Bonta

First fiction

We were alone in the darkness on the top deck of the ferry coming back from Shikoku, the two of us wrapped in a single windbreaker, me thinking about the ex-governor who had sailed a thousand years before into this same headwind,
AngryDave Bonta

Out of sight, out of mind

fine fish from a wretched dirty sea we bought four easily persuaded almost to anything offer us love but never science wrong the poor but make me thankful for being at ease
RomanticDave Bonta

Groom

head combed by my girl to whom I am an ape I rain down wool
RomanticDave Bonta

Bedmate

having left my talk I hear you who I am newly present to the plain life of your heart is to me as large as the weather where we go together to bed and so to sleep
RomanticDave Bonta

Romantic chemistry

love could experiment with her two bodies could discover the way of milk coming into the breasts could invent tastes or find a way to ferment a kiss like a poet who never saw a heart at rest
CheerfulDave Bonta

Sweet talker

among the things I am live many expressions of love an art with great satisfaction to me and my dog
RomanticDave Bonta

Eros

taking the rope-maker to his rope-ground and the stove to drink some light we touch and see how they speak of us our hands more than the mouth

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