Beautiful, I'm not.
A heart wallowed in...

My heart
filleted by your...

This becomes the manifestation of remembered...

My good night's
sleep is sealed...

I'm six pairs of the same cut, color and style of...
I'm two weeks of long, lazy vacation and short...

I want to write my eulogy painted on a tin roof
of over-emphasized lyricists drowning in fervor...

The distance
to your heart...

You are a Shakespearean behemoth
and I just a peddler's Haiku...

Your gaze
holds mine steady...

When I am overwhelmed by my tenderness for you, my
attempts at language prove futile, my words become...

I envision myself in your eyes-
My translucent membrane acting as a buffer...

We're homonyms
for the same...