,
we slept in the dusty corners of ourselves...

Tread softly,
Tread carefully...

Alternate universes twitch through my body
Quickly switching place with lesser reality...

I am buoyancy bottled,
Folded and swallowed...

Days rise and billow over our heads, blanketing us...
Sunrise reflects our redemption across these waves...

,
making change at a jilted telephone booth...

Spon(com)tan(bust)eou(ion)s!
it tauntsthe speAker in sLow...

-
words...

Time erodes on our maple bookshelves,
Neglected of intimacy with you gone...

One. Two. Three. Four. I'm counting my steps out...

Let not winter's hideous hand deface
With back-wards ebb sweet summer's memory...

.
jealousy hovers like a parasol...