thoughts stripped bare by a callous salt-wind
break the resin i casted your elegy in...

you are laden with light –
lambent like morning skies...

time swims non-linearly in a vast ocean.
i bring palms together, and cup the water...

i am, but soft in your hands,
and your hands only...

You smell of poetry again.
The world has grinded to...

we are scar-tissue; we’ve been wounded but
internalize the pain. i will let myself bleed for...

and there you go again –
all-swollen, your face is somber and a...

bird by another name, my heart knew you
by love, at first. the clouds shatter into...

for far too long, i've dreamt of your fingers –
i’m intimate with the poetry they’re capable...

the whirling winds would settle
when i speak your name...

time has come to a rolling stop –
for this brief moment...

the absence echoes throughout this
self-inflicted desert, a wasteland of...