I wish for the hush tones
of a distant finger...

I want for love to be wild
and intoxicatingly sweet...

Perhaps it was the way your words
nuzzled themselves...

I suppose I thought you were composed of
abstruse things...

Oh how the skin can crave
the weight of a lover...

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

So be charming
with your tasteful tongue...

My hands are two tiny ants
crawling over meadows...

A star is a star,
it twinkles whether I wish upon its...

I am a lonesome songbird
trapped inside this steel cage of words...

I'm not fond of your
silence, it mocks me without...

I've been skipping the sidewalks
of my latter poems...