Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...
There is a lesson we are learning-
never to take anything for granted...
love crescendos at three a.m. when thoughts of you
course through my pores – i dream of you...
This rock crushes my dying breast
weighs heavier than you could know...
“your clavicle is the horizon
I always swim towards...
Let me tell you
about the struggle...
I know you tuck away clippings
of chrysanthemums before...
winter begets silence as the sparrows
struggle for warmth, the slowly-dying...
colliding ideologies
contradict the two of us...
I smiled at his pain last night.
A guilt-free indulgence...
Women like you
are lonely...
Be still
within the heartbeat...