you are a constant. you are light. you are
a wellspring of hope. you are on the cusp...

the absence echoes throughout this
self-inflicted desert, a wasteland of...

time has come to a rolling stop –
for this brief moment...

blackbirds sing the mourning birds in –
and i echo their songs of lament...

the whirling winds would settle
when i speak your name...

for far too long, i've dreamt of your fingers –
i’m intimate with the poetry they’re capable...

is it the madness of the
artist who is fueled by...

do you remember the first time i
penned you a poem, likening us...

you ask, what foods i crave?
you...

i am bereft of truth;
wholly-wedded to the thought...

the clock takes to 4/4 time;
i'm here but rooted somewhere else...

picture this –
you are bound to her...