Gentle sea, blow your misty boats through southern...
Drifting clouds, in slow motion...
“Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
And then I did it anyways...
I memorized the pattern of your curls-
The slope of each individual one clinging to your...
Closed eyes and sealed mouths
numbed by the pregnant moonlight...
....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
There is a river I return to
not because it waits for me...
You’d had every intention of making it easy for...
I’d told you I’d had too much trouble trying...
You placed a box of tissues in every room in your...
The skin on my nostrils were sore from blowing my...
I don't have the things my woman desires
Don't have what it takes to raise her fires...