You Can’t Love Me

You can’t love me
There’s no chance
Built a wall around my heart
Surrounded by a cage
And then a bunch of booby traps
Don’t try to force your way through
I’m no boyfriend, no part-time lover
Not even qualified for a one-night stand
I’m one-hundred-percent husband material
So don’t blow me a kiss
I’ll just blow it away
Mi casa es no su casa
My house is not your house
My house is hers, just hers, always hers.

Overambitious Love

By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa

Her emerald beauty circled his upright being
She stretched her sublime allure to capture the snow 
He felt the weight in totality 
It exceeded what he could possibly endure

Most days there was a smokey haze between them
And this fog formed uneven walls 
With tiny openings just wide enough 
To let toxic fumes leak through

In desperation, she let out her slow poison 
He turned himself inside out to survive
But was never the same man as before
Nor she the same woman

They had interwoven like a tree wrapped in vines
They wanted to thrive  under any conditions
That’s what all lovers long to do 
Tragically they couldn’t harness the moonlight
Nor grow within the embers of dying flames

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s a favorite poetess of mine.)

Some Poetry

I don’t know the perfume of your skin
But I bet it’s some poetry

I don’t know the flavor of your lips
But I’m sure it’s sweet and savory

I don’t know the beauty of your walk
But I’m thinking rather divinely

I don’t know the shape of your love
But I’m guessing it’s extraordinary

I do know, however, the rarity of your face
And, my darling, it’s some kind of poetry


So I have this issue and
there’s no exact medical term for it.

But when I look into your eyes
I’m transported to a place where
it always rains sunshine.

And maybe that doesn’t sound like an issue.

But when I really, really miss you
it feels like some incurable disease
akin to an elephant using my chest as a scale
or a vampire sucking my soul through a straw.

So yeah, I have this issue, I think
where I fall deeper in love
with you every nanosecond.

And maybe you have it, too?

Doubling Time

So maybe I won’t be your
good morning or good night
Maybe I won’t be able to
bake you that birthday cake from scratch
or massage your favorite oil
into your hair or even paint your toenails
your favorite shade of sea green.

And maybe we won’t be able to cry together
or hold each other’s hands delicately, tenderly, tightly
when it really matters—when it really counts
Because maybe love doesn’t conquer everything
and that’s the real lesson, the real truth
hidden beneath our utopian relationship
But you know what?
I still believe our love has no half-life.


I grew up down the street
From a seminary
A very spacious place
Sprawling buildings
Acres of green
Fences all around and tennis courts
Something almost like a fairy tale
But that’s not really the point

I’m about to go there now
Not to admire the beauty
But to enlist my soul
To another kind of heavenly devotion

This might sound trite
But if I can’t have you
I’d prefer to stay unloved

How could I ever move on
With anyone who doesn’t
Have your name?
Your face?
Your voice?

I swear, only God could compare.