I have been wearing
the perfume of our past on my skin...

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

You are
The Queensland cane fields I keep...

The dip between her chin and
collar bone has mouths parted like...

We'd meet with shells and a camera,
toes tap dancing over bluebottle jellyfish and...

The letter I probably should have written...
Our love was a string of haiku; and I...

Poets write of loneliness
where knuckles lay straight and fingers beg...

As a child I was fascinated by your back,
I saw your freckles as docks and my crayons...

My mind is a suitcase and it's kept
the gunpowder close to my lipstick and...

I've been thinking lately,
about how we've forgotten all the...

I've heard whispers of Paris lately,
the city of love and some place foreign to me...

Rain drizzled as tonight grew timeless; your scent
bloomed fierce in the corner of a candle shop...