[x] mperfectly perfect love poems

love is leaving
by all 4(s)
4 every direction
love must go—

movement, my love—
even from
the wind
2 where 1
tawny finch
tired, has puffed
its hazel chest
affront
bent sunshine,

rests a minute
on a wire fence
then cocks its
beak granting u
its intimate
blk eye.

there4 nature’s blush
thrush red the
oak, paint ‘em
perched from
sweet sap tree
upon branches:
“pew(too)twee”
an operatic aria
many sing
2 sleep
1 finch,
the song
ov a
hundred canary.

a glimpse,
lucky me, my love;
yr components
individually r imperfect
where you’re from—

train delays, rats
as big
as the sky,
massive opioid
epidemic,
racism out
the wahoo.

“blah(blah)blah”
thought them
who loved,
wrote love lines
4(whom)ever—
may hence
(love)4ever
far from all
war fraught fray,
dreamt
mwah(mwah)mwah.

love like
they—
poets do,
who sob,
scour love,
scorned wet;
a river.

rude reminiscence—
naked starlight
shimmer on our
moon-white
pale bottoms,
thus, nude eyes
r the only
blue waves
we exchange.

2 bodies—
a watery front,
skin splashed against
our bedsheet shore;


in spite its
muscular form—
forever love
i love forever—
this naked chamber
initially cold &
empty,
a heart waiting
to be filled.

love tuff
just enuf,
love a little
not too much—
lovelovelove
heavy
on the heart,
love until
it hurts,
barks like
a hound,
comes running
like
a horse stampede.