by phillipw | Jul 28, 2019 | LO
Hotmail I still remember writing words of love On notes of vellum-colored paper, rich And stiff as passion, smoother than a glove Of silk so sleek it seemed no tidy stitch Was needed. (What has tidiness to do With steel desire?) I still recall the cards...
by phillipw | Jul 25, 2019 | LO
Sonnet for the Morning of St. Valentine’s Day If I were dying, I would say to you, “My heart will soon be dead but what you need To know is that — no matter what — all through The cosmos one recurring, mystic creed Is whispered. It is far too mute to be...
by phillipw | Jul 25, 2019 | LO
Delayed Delivery Consider then the time it takes for love To reach you. He composes poetry To post to you, a poetry above The usual expressions, burgundy In touching, whiter than a whisper from His soul, and sweeter than vanilla on Your tongue, desired...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2019 | LO
“And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever.” My love for you is like unceasing verse, Immortal poetry in endless lines Consumed by never ending flames. Disperse It like the incense burned in pagan shrines, But beauty of this sort...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2019 | LO
Banjul…We Are Very Far Apart I’m at the margin of your universe. In fact, I’m banished past the boundaries of It, out in outer darkness. I am worse Than lines sans meaning, meter, rhyme or love, So far as your concerned. The galaxy That forms the center of your...
by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | LO
Goal! I wrote my love along a napkin on A restaurant table. Others watched a match On artificial turf. They watched brawn, And I wrote poetry, though just a smatch Of it, a sonnet meant to be about That thing men worship when they’re not Involved...
