Then your pupils grazed
across my face...

Nocturnal like his furry friends,
Batman rises around dusk and as stars...

The lights have gone out
I try to stay awake...

Swinging from a deadwood branch
with crosses planted in...

Floating in infinite black
Stars are stars...

I feel safe with him,
usually...

We had too much class for Marquee on Vegas...
where gray pigeons from the street, painted white...

Heat emanates and without an emulsifier,
love falls apart...

Streaming a path through tresses
in rippled banners...

I slump over in bed
Onboard a train in Thailand...

She is calm and quiet,
filled with softly beating hearts...

Leapt forth into the burning flames
The steed ripped in his reigns...