… a being in direct conflict with your
own existence; to house the most...

my love,
when y/our world seems barren...

when the sky blossoms mauve,
the words we marinated with...

those three syllables that drank from tropical
waters, grew roots that tapped into the alveoli...

as much wind you can gather in your lungs,
i want you to scream my name one last time...

i wish i could drape the sky on you tonight,
the sunset – the oranges, the reds, the yellows...

love crescendos at three a.m. when thoughts of you
course through my pores – i dream of you...

i loved you once –
and in love, the heart is in a tizzy...

tonight; we drink our wounds
earnestly, searching for melancholy...

with time dressing all wounds leisurely,
do you think memories are nocturnal...

you spill light into the evening sun;
lending warmth to an otherwise...

i know you know how it feels to stir in the...
i used to pen you poems, a bakers dozen or so a...