#ThePoetryProject is a hashtag I run on Instagram matching photographs that I take, with poetry that I love or write myself. For more private poetry, follow the hashtag via @reachnisha on Instagram — trespassers welcome.

Wasn’t that your cheek against mine last night,
Gin Streetlight when somebody loves you,
Impossible.

When you reach the broken paddock fence,
the sign will say,
Impossible.

The color God painted my eyes,
A cross between storm and ewerstream,
Impossible.

All your wrong lovers without certificates,
Stamped across their foreheads,
Impossible.

Dear Torch received your kind invitation,
Regret conflagration,
Impossible.

You must mean a phantom hand at her waist,
Your ache at her absence not mine,
Impossible.

A holy place in the emperor’s city,
A peach in a stone,
Impossible.

You the mask of a ram I the mask of a bull,
Horn chips Mischling Torn doors,
Impossible.

Dance without footprints dance with no name,
In a room with no lovers touching,
Impossible.

Your eyes one protecting your sleeping son’s dreaming,
One torchlit and trying to close,
Impossible.

Dear Lion here’s a gazelle,
Hold her in your teeth but no biting,
Yours Impossible.

~Suzanne Gardinier