You know the heart doesn't really break
our fist-sized vessels...

I could bask along the shorelines
of a man's aquatic soul...

So you despise the sky
for proving the weatherman lies...

The air smells of honeysuckle,
it's almost too sweet to breathe...

There is this whir fluttering the air
with its strange tongue...

In love, we wittingly expect the unexpected
so when that big red smear...

I heard a song today,
it spoke of love...

It's no mystery loving a man
who behaves like the moon...

So go busy yourself
with slavish tasks...

Some days I find it so easy
to get carried away by you...

Yesterday
secure abaft a palisade...

I've been drab
and wordy...