Tag Archives: poetry of Michael Phillips

Her dark eyes flashed with amusement, a challenge, and a warning both, “Niño… I burn, perhaps someday I might burn for you, or just burn you.”

I have blood on my hands, My improbableness has cost… Innocence and innocents were sacrificed upon my bloody alter.

We were a bonfire, My Love We scorched and burned each other and left so very little in our red-hot wakes. The very first moment we touched, blistering lips upon blistering lips. I knew that we would be consumed.

I find myself sitting alone at a table, writing to those that never were. Victims of vicious, pointless hate. And I find myself weeping for them. How many songs went unwritten and how many jokes were left untold. How many … Continue reading →

You are the coolest heat I have ever known, :Love…. A pure and wanton flame encased in thickest ice…

There is a warmth, when the temperature is almost, but not quite, tropical and the air begins to throb hot…

Her voice was velvet-lined, soft and tender and full of deceitful hope. And he, the Butterfly King knew it. He let Sally sing, for a moment he let himself forget the truths that he knew, and always hated.

i need you breathing, alive… present, the feel of your warmed skin, the touch of your sated, satisfying kisses. But you have become distant, as if veiled by the very love that you inspire in me, now a Goddess to … Continue reading →

(An homage to “Résumé” by Dorothy Parker, this poem written for the 19th anniversary for Max and Dr, Suzy)