and if i die,
i don’t want you to mourn me...

i want to tear the sky open,
and drink the ocean you...

those three syllables that drank from tropical
waters, grew roots that tapped into the alveoli...

i remember that day vividly;
he looked at the price tag of...

when the sky blossoms mauve,
the words we marinated with...

coward.
the word itself is unpalatable to a practiced...

my skin drinks in the sun, turning a
shade or two darker – a homage to our...

the heart fixates on sunnier climes,
casting the dark into the light as a...

trembling hands.
i breathe in deeply...

on this night, i ask whether
the heart is brittle or were the...

of the lands that you and I know –
we know intimately, that this land...

predator by name; you knew exactly where to
lurk. methodological; brazen in approach...