Behind these marbled
composition doors, there's...

He came
as an unexpected breeze...

I sit on the lip
of your headboard...

"I couldn't string a sentence
together to bother her...

His voice
is a siren's song...

"I'm so tired of performing
in the pageantry of vanity...

Beating on the cage-
a red prisoner pleas for...

My mind is a pithos,
a vessel for every vile emotion...

A chill of autumn sweeps in
demanding the world to hush...

He plucks
at my heart strings...

Once upon a time
our thrones sat side by side...

I can recall the frigid months
and the way the harsh wind...