"All that we are is the result of what we...
-Buddha...

I.
Before you were born...

A set of feet shuffled quietly across an empty...
Two guards on either side of this prisoner gripped...

If you say my eyes are beautiful, I may have to...
A mis-fortunate gesture of kindness caught up in a...

In the end dates once important tend to crawl over...
Like oil to a canvas painted similar to Van Gogh's...

You are
a floral cologne of bottlebrush...

When I grow
I will bring Spinola bay to her garden, Saqqajja...

In our marriage you are an empire and I
narrate the territories you invade...

I'm much too
holy...

My neighborhoods costume
is the wild west with...

Reminded I am,
by the constellation of stars...

Tasteful,
they are...