Embrace me to the soul
then ditch me boneless...
I thought
they would blossom...
I grieve
over the map that you lost...
As the moon
approaches...
predator by name; you knew exactly where to
lurk. methodological; brazen in approach...
Clouds-
taller than these eyes can envision...
She gathers her colored
pencils and shades in the...
I allow you to bruise me
like an abstract painting...
The space you left kills.
The sound of wind...
A paper boat that trembles
above deep waters...
is
shouting at...
is
picking up...