I was an abandoned marigold
forced to prosper in the...

Adoration dances across your
ivory ribcage as I play it like...

There's something almost nostalgic about muffled...
padding softly down dimly lit sidewalks and across...

I'm a tampered transformer on
post surge power lines...

She baptized me in a rain of sweat
and preemptive kisses...

My temple was trespassed.
My altar...

Sometimes sunsets are
synonymous...

On nights like this it's not that
I can't sleep...

Some days I'm very much
in the now...

Nostalgia used to claw under
my skin like dull razors...