She loved him like
throwing knives...

In all my years,
Of being alive...

Hoping the sky would make me up...
have me last...

You took me on a walk,
And told me not to cry...

I have known rain and weathered hands
stuck in time from a war in land...

i don't remember the last
time i broke down, crying over...

Nature's velvet crush
will shed illicit beauty...

I am frightened for the ones
who leap onto faith but don't...

~
I yearn to hate the night, to grimace...

Before you and I were stirred
into vanishing trickles of taste...

-
If we sketch our name in the beach's garden...

What You have done
is not taught at dawn's...