I want to be your favorite smile,
the one others usually miss and walk...

~Charlotte
He has a mystic beauty about him...

I don't need sleep - it doesn't need me.
Three days have passed and I have come...

You sped over my tracks
without realizing you are not safe...

Alone
but...

When the night loves,
I am not coddled among blankets...

Your soul is a harvest gold
phone booth...

Moments ago, I dreamt you were
papyrus...

I.
It's unspoken boundaries...

I engrave
who I wish...

Whenever I smell fresh grass being cut
or lilac bushes budding their perfume...

We pass each other handfuls of kettle corn
with nothing short of empathy...