by Adam Sifre

I lose you.

I find you.  Again and again.

Crushed and abandoned,

transformed and embraced.


You are my warm, sunny day and

my bone-chilled November night.

My life wavers between


Redemption and Banishment


Every moment your eyes pronounce judgment.


My world, balanced on a wisp of spider-silk,

shakes with the softest breeze from your lips,


 I am anchorless, adrift with only love

    To keep me afloat.


And it is enough.