We were once slaves to our sheets,
tousled and tied in spaces where...

Once upon a twilight,
I would prance across...

May balances between
an array of jaune sunrises...

He used to weave
insults between...

The moon's tears
trickle along the rim...

I wish I could blow kisses
onto anemic papered lines...

Rearview mirrors
contain spotted...

In a world where
dandelions grew into skyscrapers...

There's something about
the space between...

If miles
were minutes...

Happiness begins with
a tequila sunrise gleaming...

Melodies parade against
the morning dew...