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

I bear the brunt of that dream again;
two meters apart, but you’re still quaintly a...

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

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

the first time i'd seen you was in
a little café downtown – stars aligned...

I, too, tire of the yearning, blue-violet flames...
beneath the skin, waiting for either your kerosene...

i don’t remember the world before you -
swaddled by light, you set the night sky aglow...

how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and fists aching for a fight – before long, i am...

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

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

Around three in the morning
your soul was still fluttering...

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