Two Poems from Jason Sturner

In Spite of Candlelight


She senses
Something past me
A bit like hope
Cast off my shoulder
To the wall

X, I want to
O, she can

I see
Something airborne
A bit like revelation
The tarnished halo
Of her visit

X, tonight!
But O, she cannot

She feels
Something for herself
A bit like regret
Slipping off the heavy end of a sigh
When she goes




Denied

She could kiss me
Swirl me into a daze
And awaken me
On a rosebud

She could taste me
Wrap her lips over me
And spit me out
As merlot

She could embrace me
Slide me inside a gift
And shout my name
Into history

But all she did was inhale me
Mold me into a breath
And sail me off
With a shhhhh


Naturalist, poet and writer Jason Sturner was born in Harvey, Illinois, and raised in the western suburbs of Chicago. He has published four books of poetry and currently lives in Knoxville, Tennessee. Website: www.jasonsturner.blogspot.com



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