Artist Statement: My poetry is often based on real occurrences which have then been filtered through my imagination where they encounter a wide array of influences. Small, seemingly insignificant events in this process can become a source of profound insight. A leaf on the ground shaped like a heart and the color of blood morphs into an epiphany. A love not realized turns into a version of the Arthurian legend. A fortune cookie reveals the source of divine inspiration. This is my everyday life, the magic of which I try to capture in words.
Honor binds us to our separate
Ways
You to him and me to nothing
For without you that is all I have
Kind Angel, dull my senses as
She walks by
So that I cannot smell
Her desire
So that I cannot see
Her backwards glance
So that I do not wish
To taste the salt of her sweat
Like a beggar I wait for
Her smile; like a thief I long to steal
Moments of her time.
Yet guarded we tread
As passion is a poor chaperone.
And in my pursuit of
Her love I have
Bartered my honor
For the hope
That I will one day
Just for a moment
Run my fingers over her lips.
Our souls are of a
More chivalrous time
And yet we meet now.
In our story I would be Lancelot
And you Guinevere.
You will remain true to your beloved
And my heart will die in the quest to
Forget you.
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