Archive for for my love


Posted in poetry with tags , , , on August 23, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Call to the beyond,
Hail a cab to mystery, and
Await a stranger.
No need to worry.
Trust in this–in life.

Believe in the road below.
Overhead: dark sky,
With an open destination.

So goes the time–
Lasting as long as
I have the money or the
Charm to keep trekking;
Endeavoring to find you.

Do you feel my pulse in yours?
Reaching out through an
Infinite span of nothingness, deep-
Veined. We are a flowing fountain of
Everythingness; so ready for this.



Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 1, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

There with bells on, because I am your

brightly-colored court jester, repeating lines

thrown far and wide, the Peaches to your

Cream. So much guesswork, uncharted

territory. I have always wanted to explore,

and you are the undiscovered country

I always foolishly hoped I’d find.


Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 15, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Sometimes I look at the landscape and see this absolute thing,

crows and snow, all outlines and about to take wing,

and I am hard, as hard as I must be to survive this winter.

Sometimes I look out and see such abstraction, you can’t imagine,

all shades of grey under clouds, constantly in-motion,

dim and smooth, and I fall into the softness, the warmth.

You, you are something, somewhere, sometime in-between,

a warm thing surviving, grey and solid and sudden,

and I trust it, I trust you–absolutely. Soft and here and now.


Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Sometimes it is enough to be able

to communicate by saying nothing,

to speak without volume, to express

gratitude and truth, wordlessly.

Sometimes it is enough to be able

to stay silent and solemn while we’re apart,

to let time pass without acknowledgment,

although silence is not my forte.

Sometimes my forte is a fort, a place for me

to climb up and stay quiet,

to be alone and think and write–I’m there now,

but the doors are always open for you to visit.

Sixty One

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 21, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

One word for each day

of our sixty-one

together. Why not?


We’ve soared, and we’ve

crawled, we’ve visited a graveyard,

we’ve eaten well,

we’ve sung, we’ve danced.

All in the name of our romance.


I thrill when you carry me.


I’ll travel, over prairie, desert, fire–

ocean and sky,

to see your gleaming grey-blue eyes.


My love for you?


Bromeliad (I)

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on February 20, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé


You adapt, you reflect, you capture

me inside you, and I drink and I grow

from you, and I breathe

you in, unknowing how intoxicated I am.

You blush and you bristle and you bloom

under my touch and at my words,

and I glow, afraid to show

how joyful I am around you.

So I slobber and I bother and I bully and I blow

my chances by being a clod.

But somehow you don’t

see that, you just grow and bring me with you.

You just are, and let me be.

With you.

Stamped with Forever

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 21, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I Will send you this letter. It’s stamped with

Forever; and this memory box is full of

Hope. The longing in my heart is so specifically for

You. And a magic hour has more meaning than I knew it

Could. Rather than that amorphous thing I used to

Love…it glows, a burning hot ember within