Poems from Marika Brooks
Gracefully I thirst
For that vulnerable
Heart. That wonderful
And hopeless heart.
Carefully I crave
That sleepless breath.
Those restless...
The moon will see you
Safe and sound among the stars.
Night, your feather bed.
If all else fails and all you can do in this life is persist and the clouds will still move across the sky and the Earth will still turn in...
The wisdom of your years
Is stippled on your face.
Pockmarks on a worn canvas.
There’s history there
On your weathered bones,
Stories of...
Lay here,
with my heart as your pillow,
my love as your bed,
and my skin as the thing that keeps you warm.
Lay here,
and tell me that I...