If the object of my love
Is a lie
What of my love?

I like to think sometimes that
Love is a promise
When kindred spirits meet again
– yet
Can I say that it is you
That I have recognized​?

If the object of my love
Is a lie
What of my pain?

Did I recognize​ a face in the crowd
And wave at a stranger
Who happened to smile back?

If the object of my love
Is a lie
Am I mourning
The loss of you?
Or the loss of a promise?

If the object of my love
Is a lie,
Only silence

The name of love


I saw you rise in the fire

Like Orpheus coming back from the dead

In his kiss 

I saw you rise

I saw drops of sweat forming pearls

On your upper lip



Hold on

My soul

I’ve forgotten your name

But I still hear your laughs

              when he looks at me

His arms ask me

If I want to forget and be loved 


I remember that word was meant for the mole on your cheekbone

The negative of a clear star that impacted your skin


I looked at the sun for too long

I must be blind

I can still read joy at the tip of my fingers

Grazing the brail of desire

His eyelashes flutter a little

When he looks at me

Hold on he says

Hold on my love

I’ve forgotten your name

The way it kisses my tongue

Rolls like waves on the shore

Of my memory

The name of love 

It was always a gift

The name of love