A hug for her and no one else
vowed in word, left to forsake...

I feel as if May has swept me up onto its
hot air balloon, with devoted winds...

There are times when we are not sure
if the lion could ever truly speak to the lamb...

I love you to the moon
and all the way back...

Hunger stabs at the anxious
folds of my stomach...

You say I have too much soul
that I'll jump away from the world...

I used to take ambiguity
out of my darkest closet...

The way the light seeks your eyes-
it makes me want to say nothing...

She has always blossomed like the rose of Juliet,
Waiting for the night echoes to love her once more...

You can open them up now.
It's over, the fog that covered you...

Tell them
the burns...

I'll wake up every day to see if you love me, any...
speak a thousand different languages in words...