She drowned in sorrow
as snow caps fell from...

It wasn't the depth
of my confession...

A skeletal figure lingers
in the doorway of my...

I fumbled through newspapers
like a scorned lover in a panic...

Eagle's spawn like
a nightingales last...

Exhausted outlines,
dipped in dying...

Scratches, nails to wood
upon the backs of dead...

I came to you fully packaged,
filled with preservatives...

Lucid thoughts consume my sedation,
leaving me lonely within a barren tomb...

I once sank to the bottom of an ocean,
tickled the sea with a sent of curiosity...

Fringed denim, teaseing toes,
dusting dirt under wood piles...

Ultimate depths of a woman's soul
are viewed in the eyes of the man...