you play with your words like legos –
searching for the right combination of words...

the first time you spoke my name – years after,
i wondered if my name tasted bitter to you...

swaddled by light, you set the night sky aglow,
when you skim by the waters when you dance...

april, with bloodied fists, heaving breath finds
respite where your clavicle meets your sternum...

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and there you were, delicately cupped between...

swirl the moonlight in your wine glass,
and tell me if it’s as bitter as it looks...

last night, i dreamt of your hands wrapped tightly
around my neck, wringing it like a hand-washed...

slip my heart peace, i beg of you –
draw the karman line between us...

crumple this up after you're done reading
because honesty is a beast in drunken stupor...

like midnight saturated with shadows,
like when you taste the rain in the air...

i sing of you with a hushed breath,
careful to not let the words to your...

like pink clouds
preceding the most...