My Sphinx

For mourning two today, three tonite. Where lies the cusp of death but within the burning night….

My I

Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…

I might tissue up before a missive decree to seal up the fates injuriously deemed to be…

Lingering here still I sense that blackness lingering there will it lapse to sadness as only those…

You were in the arms of another, or in the other? They merged then, the eyes of…

I know that I loved: I remember it clear. I still see the scars, the tissues congealed…

If I were to recall those burning pains, it shrinks from me who provided the heat, how…

What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…

If itches were wishes I’ve had quite a few, though I have not much wealth accrued, nor…

If summer origin’d but one simple sin, like cold water in the morning shower does the gross…