My only illumination
Wanes with tossing...

She scryed from my gaze
And smiled thoughtfully...

The tide rises ardently in the evening dark,
And the tossed spray fogs the window of the sky...

What are these
weapons of mass distraction...

Mine are layered in wet…
sticky torrid moist from the...

Who are you
To break my mournwatch...

Is it in the cool morning droplet
Slide fidget tumble splash...

Always verdant you
are a March wildflower...

The moon isn't out tonight...
Or if it is, it's beyond the limited...

Dare you walk with me
In the dwellings of the dead...

These mists vivisect reality,
constrain its intention...

I am nothing but a vessel
Upon the sea of your arousal...