tell me why
i feel more holy in your palms...

And I draw breath, parting myself down
the seam like a hairline fracture forming...

with soft yearning, i shall write of you tonight.
the skies simmering away the stars might have...

consider the litany of beauty—
tonight, there is you, nestled in the fists of...

you—an almost ache, almost wound, almost lover,
almost return to self, almost summer, almost a...

and yet, it manages to swell again;
the sadness is lamenting again...

Happenstance—the way you turn the corner at full...
bumping into me, spilling an armful of books that...

In April,
I was one...

like a gentle breeze warmed by the sun,
you pour over me in a steady stream, constantly...

the worst part is the after hours, when floating
memories blur into one another kaleidoscopically...

life agitates in the cracks between the heart
and the soul, blooming in whole, not parts...

peered into the belly of the beast
that toils for pageantry, theatre...