You continued to peel
the layers until I just...

She's whiskey in a teacup
and he's a greenhouse...

You've traced the lines
of my hands like you...

The wind howls louder than
wolves during a hunger moon...

On one November day,
when the furnace lacked...

As she glided chatoyant
lines across her eyelids...

I tried to bottle a whiff of you
last night while you...

She began daydreaming of
clawing through the tunnels...

We swam in oceans of blankets
and made love with the simplicity...

All I needed was a
sweatered shoulder...

A letter that
illustrates not...

Perhaps some day
I'll crawl back...