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

A useless question
how long is a piece of string...

No choice I had, than to face-thy-face
and take the stand, to rest my case...

as I read your letters-
your words...

elevated above-
my eyes south-facing...

I
caught...

Neurotic apprehension
Escalates causing me to...

Your hands were sails carved-
from the genesis that also...

He was blessed with
a wicked sense of humour...

They scrawl their ink upon a twill
where love and sadness often spill...

May I take this
Opportunity to eternally...

Secrets are kept quiet
Alcohol loosens dry mouths...