the impossibly soft hours of dawn
patinas into weightlessness...

to the man who chased after eternity –
foolishly, i follow in your footsteps...

we cross the meadow, astonished
in part by the beauty of it. the river...

your name is scarred tissue
on my tongue; your incendiary...

and then, you –
picturesque, plaited hair unfurled into loose...

where the sun begins,
and you end...

with sardonic air, we bloom tulips and roses
on our tongues, perfuming every word to...

colliding ideologies
contradict the two of us...

a little past midnight, and i'm spilling again -
in a drunken stupor, and i'm spilling all the...

cruelest fate – we dance our waltz,
alternating the lead and the other...

we carry the hurt in our hearts,
swallowing it every time our...

hold me in the palms of your hands
and shred me apart as if it were the first...