I thought
they would blossom...
A quick one stop solution
with life's longevity to pay...
When that scrawny figure knocks at your door.
Do you shirk to hide beneath the floor...
Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with...
The smell of pancakes in the morning
Humming in the kitchen...
The threat of winter is here and yet somehow at...
so very far away...
Dear reader,
My tongue has...
Marks line my body like the telephone poles
That line an otherwise empty expanse in Arizona...
Technically struggling
to fight my way through...
During a midnight summer; I fasted for two moons-
Until the return of your shadow...
My bare feet have traveled around
seven suns and fourteen moons...
Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
in fields that people often dare not walked...