The wine glass tips, falls, and shatters! Its tinkle matching my laughter tone for tone My young fingers playfully trace the breadth of your shoulders Then like coquettes do a complete turnaround digging viciously claiming space someplace not theirs… and breaking a lacquered nail on…

Oh, see the sun- flower grow into the slant of your smile. Knit me a jumper two sizes too big so I can rise up to my existence, fill up the space that once was my self-doubted weeds growing through cracks in the pavement. I…

Uncorked releasing flavor into its space molecularly knitting cherries chocolate and oaks from casks nailing its points awarded and poured with intention into my wine glass

There’s a time capsule inside of me No one else will ever see For though I pour things out in verse Few know the stories behind the words They’re written snapshots of my life Every poem that I write Has some basis in my truth…

We finally met And the sky turned pink Butterflies all around And in my stomach too! The downpour from the sky above And rolling out of my eyes too It’s okay to cry! For the sky is doing that too! We sat there for a…

Probably knocked down by a bottle from the heavens. Maybe the gods must be crazy To think I’d believe I’m in the bed of a king.   Two days ago, I stumbled upon A scroll. And in it, was scroll within scroll within scroll, Until…

My Time (1:00 PM – Hour 5) ~ D², @d2poetry   The moment Is mine To devour as I see Fit Tasty epilogues With ravenous futures!   ~ D², 06.26.21, 1:38 PM Copyright D Squared Poetry, 2021. © All Rights Reserved.

Everything shall make sense when everything that we have been told makes sense makes no sense to anyone everyone knows it’s bullshit. just fuckin be.

Magritte whispers, “Those are not umbrellas.” He is right, of course. Those are souls that have been liberated from the confines of hallways and corners.   No longer tethered to a human hand, up high they can see much farther than they did before.  …

The night was dark and quiet When my soul forever changed The stars hung like frosty diamonds When my whole world rearranged I walked all over town that night Mourning all I’d lost I didn’t care if I saw morning’s light I’d have gladly paid…