i yearn
you like the light...

MARRED
by your hands alone. I offer my neck willingly...

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

poetry resides at the tips of your fingers, you...
i know this intimately, because i saw the sun rise...

after the monsoons
puddle the red earth into clay...

kaleidoscopic in nature, you are at worst,
a watchfire gone rampant while unattended...

you liken us to ashen stars – charred by...
marred by the violence of a turbulent galaxy...

honeyed as your words were,
it was your heart that did me in...

can you calm the cold winds that howl
your name in the dark of night – when...

passively assertive – you exercise restraint in...
but the music between you and i are limited by...

how does softness remain? you’re overwhelming in...
i need you to be – all-encompassing like...

what should be said of the sorceress that
ignited a fire from where no kindling...