…
and we tire of the echoes of exhaustion...

like pink clouds
preceding the most...

and to which sin do I have to blame,
for being forced into tendering...

bird by another name, my heart knew you
by love, at first. the clouds shatter into...

I become a profligate writer in all matters of...
I'm compelled to start a religion, write all the...

the intangible rises and breaks through skin,
appearing as shards of lament, and in the...

immured to a dreamland where you run
rampant; let me confess one thing...

those three syllables that drank from tropical
waters, grew roots that tapped into the alveoli...

love crescendos at three a.m. when thoughts of you
course through my pores – i dream of you...

molasses coats y/our tongue,
we’ve been...

slip my heart peace, i beg of you –
draw the karman line between us...

dip your fingers in the blood-red skies like you...
with alta dye – tonight, i will study your hands...