Soon
I'll lose him...

Your love as distant
as tiny stars, deserting...

Please, don't leer at me
with those well acquainted lines...

Are you making passes
while I'm reciting my heart's passages...

Yesterday, not only did prose taste strange
but an unfamiliar maundering...

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

Please, don't look at me
that way...

Dreams
are falling...

If you will not
let your armor down...

I've been drab
and wordy...

Well, I'm thirty years of age
still trying to figure out...

I miss the days
when morning tide would greet me...