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

Happenstance—the way you turn the corner at full...
bumping into me, spilling an armful of books that...

the lambent light of the skies pours through
the window and onto you – cast in sunshine...

between the amber, cream, flax and
goldenrod, the skies fold in sorrow...

passively assertive – you exercise restraint in...
but the music between you and i are limited by...

--
i keep sweating, the air is drenched with...

your cheeks pinken like cherry-blossoms coming to,
on a warm spring morning, on this crisp april...

i yearn
you like the light...

hold me in the palms of your hands
and shred me apart as if it were the first...

those who dream from inflated air
with cornucopia ribcages, gorging...

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

where the sun begins,
and you end...