I dreamed about
you in between the...
we were powerless
that night, in all...
I was lost in you
then I lost you...
Fields,
trees...
I do not look at my watch to see time
I look at the hands...
To be here,
To listen...
Days are hectic eaten by hours
we forget "us," aim words...
Her hand atop yours, and on the inside, you are...
at daybreak no less, you could not part. You did...
time stains my hands like turmeric—i...
of it, like ridding it would absolve me of me my...
April, a month of hunger and renewal, licks my...
with its warmth, drooling rain & snow over me...
your eyes
cradle today’s...
you drape wings
with the petals of...