NowadaysEverything is a poemThe getting up at daybreakThe laying down at midnightYour sharp seafoam eyesYour tousled spiral curlsAny and every meal we..
My soul is insatiableIt lives in a continuous state offullness and lackCrying out for a next thingwhilst reveling in a thing once cried forA symtom of..
The white cotton is soaking weta bone dry canvas that has been riddled withmucus, salt, grief, despair, dripping wetdripping in aguishmy clenched fist..
you know that you have changed menowthat I count the days, now, with the height of your laughsand the nights with your heavy breathspressed with their..
there is a photo I keep of you in my childhood bibletucked somewhere between joshua and psalm,your arm is wrapped firmly around momyour skin is young ..
she belongs in many placesregardless of what she feelsshe believes she is welcome alwaysand at any timepeople don't wish her awayquestion her coming o..
the heat from your body reaches mine even though we arethree bodies apart in this double bedthis afternoontwo lines on 100 count cottonthe discussions..
I want your stomach to touch my lower back as we lay on our sideslike a newborn searching for the milk of her mother with closed eyeswe are puzzle pie..
we are staring at one another, wrapped in a bleak lightyou have freckles in your pupils and all I can think of is thatright nowif my head were to sudd..