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It feels cold here tonight, And I’m alone again. So I’ll cover up with A second blanket, And keep the window closed. I hope you&..

When we speak like this, An arrow of fire Slips through the narrow margins In your bloodstream And precipitates An exquisite shyness. I move ..

Every time it starts to rain, No matter how lightly and Inconsequentially, I think of your body. I stop whatever gratitudes I am practicing, A..

I lie awake here And feel absence In every cool white stone The moon gifts me. If she was here, She’d hold me The same way Dust lightl..

Your name. It drips and teases, And moans From my mouth. I call you baby Because you like it. It say it real slow So your sweet lips Ca..

If I could explore Your pain With only my lips, Arrows of delight Would shoot Through your body. I would press my heart To your delicate lip..

Tonight we are the dance at the end of the universe. We play, we overflow, We spill over. We can’t help it, It’s in our hydrous n..

For tomorrow I will hope for a mysterious Lowering of your heart’s water. For the reservoir to drain And reveal the broken Heart draggin..

Sorry, I can’t write Sad words for you today. It would be like a drunk man Trying to shoot an apple Off the head of a child Who can&rsqu..

We can’t meet together, Nor can we meet apart. But still this silence Cannot salve Wounds washed out by Measures of penitence. We wer..