As a child-
there was a game I thoroughly enjoyed...

I seek you in the woodland;
for you are the forest...

I do recall, when life was sweet
we’d play hop-scotch upon the street...

Should we hold the flame of our tongues-
where words burn holes within our lungs...

Coruscating-
within irises an...

Our bodies...

Should Cupid pass, with hand and bow
I hope he’ll purge, my heart of woe...

If only-
you could really see...

Image exposed.
History disclosed...

Wasted
Are the lives of the innocent through...

I had to-
let go of the...

I would hold you up;
close to my mouth...