Fingerprints kiss ivory,
composing keys only the eyes...
I've been writing this piece
many years to date...
I miss the winter
and for the first time...
Today would have been your 47th birthday,
Instead of spending the day with you waking up...
They say
that in life...
Andromache
Dragged over the field went your man of such...
An illegitimated dream of failing desire
Burning obscurely in my deserted heart...
I want these words
to wash across me...
Like a recurring nightmare
I search for you in towns...
If I knew the last I saw you
Was the last time that we'd share...
Here I am in the distance
kissing the night away...
Curled up upon comfy purple
sheets, listening to the rain's...