Clay-smelling objects,
mud plates and bowls...

Embrace me to the soul
then ditch me boneless...

On my soul
my darkest secrets...

The sky smothers me with showers of cold
but I grin as though, I am soaked in gold...

It was a fierce short summer.
A ripe trunk had died...

Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...

Its been so long with you inside my heart
and through my dreams you have crossed...

I hear myself breathing at night and it's
as though I keep a deep well inside of me...

Sailing in a breathless
pause when she with her...

Who said winter is a second
season...

I believe I've waited too much that
patience poured wild enough to...

Expressions traverse through each
fleeing thought penetrating from me...