I'm sure God sees it....
Her hidden eyes...

Dearest Peanut Butter,
what have you done to my lips...

I want a man who won't laugh
when I play him his own melody...

He lays freely
on his side...

These words are too hungry
for my soul's peace...

I want to stitch back every dream
he was told would never make it...

It's as if my heart started spinning
and the beautiful mirrors around me...

My heart remembers with unedifying
grief, how you told me that you always...

Time has chased the brightness
of partially lit avenues...

From the corner of my eye, I watched
the sun slip from consciousness...

I swear I've glimpsed
your burnt orange skin...

As long as she inhales
starstruck sunshine...