sometimes i surmise the human body is
weightless, made of helium and we...

the days patinas into night more readily
this time around; offering four hours of...

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

love crescendos at three a.m. when thoughts of you
course through my pores – i dream of you...

molasses coats y/our tongue,
we’ve been...

with every step you take,
my heart beats faster...

thoughts crowd at the helm of y/our forehead -
we’re accustomed to this though, at this point...

saccharine verses coats my palate;
a waxy mouthfeel that one grows...

evenings blur to nights; radio’s on,
coffee-cups tucked snugly in the...

reality offers cruel gifts,
like the truth...

with a poem in my heart,
and wine in my belly...

the world starves itself of poetry-
steadfast resolution; we inundate...