--
smoldering words ignite again...

sometimes i think there’s a palace tucked away
between your lips; a house of hummingbirds...

adrift | afraid
both apropos to superficially describe whatever...

rip the air from my chest like you’d pluck
the ripened fruit in midsummer; i assure you...

…the stand mixer broke a while back, so
we resort to kneading the dough by hand...

hand-picked wildflowers stamped into the letters
you’d rattle off, were easily one of my...

dawn is lit by the candle in your heart;
a mango-yellow stains the sky, and i...

fixated on your protruding collarbones,
i swallow the evening sun, bathing in the...

two saplings entwined by chance –
you lean on one another, for support...

the sea spells y/our name in
the gentle whirlpools...

and you – what tethers your soul to this
vagrant world? what little good does sleep...

i am not whole.
i lived my life in fragments...