Panoramic irises
love like landscapes...

Have you ever felt constricted?
For I am almost certain a lock...

Your frequency is high,
granting me an incidental...

There are times when I want to hit that button.
Self-destruct. I've done it before, why not again...

Take me when the moment is no longer mine
and the tears caught 'twixt my eyelashes...

My locution -
ghosts of a garden...

I've always craved
undaunted wings...

You breathe
like a found piano...

I cut the stem of the blind carnation,
tying lace childishly around the petal's breath...

I don't know how to express my gratitude,
But I guess I will start with my attitude...

You provide the lined paper and I am the pen,
anything and everything we could ever want to be...

She was an open book -
always sad, always waiting...