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

a voice borne of everything but light;
you are the impetus to my fragmenting...

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

--
i swallowed your words and they...

i am but first –
a soft yearning for something warmer...

a little past midnight, and i'm spilling again -
in a drunken stupor, and i'm spilling all the...

tell me why
i feel more holy in your palms...

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

like midnight saturated with shadows,
like when you taste the rain in the air...