1. Clutch
Love is a potent situation.
It distills the moments
Of absence or presence with
Its incessant demands.
2. Filter
A boy told me, a boy,
If I provide release,
He could set me free.
His desire, frightening,
My curiosity.
Smoldering cigarettes burned down.
3. Our Foray
Huddled close,
Eyelids sewn shut with needles,
We felt inside ourselves.
Droplets of water stood on our shoulders
Like tears.
It was the moment
When one’s body is replaced
By that of another.
4. Infidelity
No feeling can be relied upon to last in its full intensity, or even last at all.
I opted simply to pause, rather than end it completely.
5. Regained
“My need lives on.”
“My guilt remains.”
6. Content
A ring, inscribed,
Our silver cycle,
Reconciled.
Together we cling to memory,
Regret,
And call it love.
Me and Mr. Jones 
Great drawing and poetry! I’ve enjoyed flipping through your works here. Wish I had that kind of artistic touch. I’ll definitely be back!
Thanks, Owen!Unfortunately the drawing is not my own, it is something I discovered while working on the poems. If you click on “The image.” you’ll be taken to the artist’s page. But please come back, Tony and I always have room for more.
I like it.1 and 3 are esp. full of good verbiage and syntax.my stomach hurts. this is unrelated.