Riesling rays drunk among
a flock of radiant stars...

You awaken me
even when the weather...

I was planning to plant
you a garden, to plant...

...but I was never a dreamer
until you puffed into me...

In the narrow seas that part
from within the wearied vessels of my...

Numb, I last still, standing above
inflamed prints that your steps...

Speak to me
of the Autumn yellow stories...

Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...

Thick air blows into my brown hair
just not as deep as the mass...

A beat that leaps--way too far
with hesitant promises and...

Some things are beautiful thoughts
but I shall finish it up just right here...

Words cross these blue inky rivers
of mine; searching for me through the...