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

hand-picked wildflowers stamped into the letters
you’d rattle off, were easily one of my...

drawn together by wrong ideas;
our souls salivate at all the wrong...

You parted the sea—your collarbones have become...
and the smile on your lips radiates a warmth...

swirl the moonlight in your wine glass,
and tell me if it’s as bitter as it looks...

and it’s summer again, your words still linger...
i don’t remember what was said, that much was...

tonight; we drink our wounds
earnestly, searching for melancholy...

The shadow visits me when the moon
unravels his luminous beauty, swaying...

there you were –
still casted in amber...

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

october crackles its’ warmth during
the nights. the streetlights illuminate...

“your clavicle is the horizon
I always swim towards...