A lifetime’s triumph

A lifetime's triumph
Flickers for a warm second,
Hidden in his laugh.

Fluffy copper coils
From his peak (this, my rapture!)
Spill down on my face.

All-framing softness,
Cheeks and voluptuous lips,
Please! another kiss.

What You Turn From

The saddest aspect 
Of anorexia is,
Romance requires food.
So much intimacy lost.
Sharing of subsistence, lost.

I'm on the outside
Of the crucial traditions,
Far from recipes
And family gatherings,
Elfin, alien, lonely.

Straightforward

This one's straightforward:
Chestnut curls bouncing around
The blue eyes I love.
Just for me he gives a smile,
And when I cry he holds me.

I need

Nothing suffices 
If you can't feel what I feel.
I need—forever—
Your look, your will to create,
Your laughter, your touch at night.