She chanced love,
throwing fate like two red hot dice...

I'm not sure what to think
when I appear at your kitchen door...

Spring has a certain sound,
unlike any composition orchestrated...

Sometimes I wonder if I'm only good for keeping my...
expressionless, not replying because maybe if I...

An owl hooted belligerently
during the night, throwing me...

Was it that long ago I was restricted,
by soldiers of our country wearing...

Holding the pillow with barely
any force from my fingertips...

I am not documented by my thoughts
but by touch...

Touring the city
at a quarter to eleven...

They wore satin robes, a heart protected by
intangible armor...

I can't seem to let things go-
last night I returned from a place...

I want to carry her with me,
into the soft-spoken night where fears...