It’s not you
it’s her hips...
Adoration dances across your
ivory ribcage as I play it like...
As I walk into the darkness
I feel my soul part in the gloom...
Her eyes are filled with ebony stars
encircled with thunderous cloud formations...
You were my nightbook.
In you, I traced my stories...
If you cast a net
instead of fishing shall...
Four am and can not sleep
What is wrong with me...
As I look down upon the earth
And see my life laid out from birth...
Thinking, thinking...
The clock is ticking...
It is through you, my beloved, poetry
that I have found a universe...
A voice that cries and wings that wildly beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try...
After a long evening
of mental anguish...