Love Poetry For Couple

Ice clasps its thorny cloak with filigreed brittle lace against my breast bone. The pin sticks my skin when I inhale. I stay close to his mouth; his heat breathes an early thaw as Winter opens its teeth on my throat. Spring stitches my scabs to scars, my scars to silver. I am bare beneath bridal lace and veil. When I inhale, his hands clasp me like whalebone; I stay close to the

A mistake. An error of judgement. A penalty brought against a quiet city. Stroll through the park, lunchtime almost over. A defect, a small disappointment. A summer day laden with clouds, grey light that softens the walls, the stone and brick, the glass. Less than expected. Someone to blame. A sparrow rests lightly on the hand of a statue. A weakness in the system, communications break down