Daring to speak, wanting to sneak in two words, yet without relief they come like fire into the night: not Fat. Not going. No, not…
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my madness, your furtivity, and our stinkingly dour stoicism…
If I were to recall those burning pains, it shrinks from me who provided the heat, how it was welded only to fracture at that…
If summer origin’d but one simple sin, like cold water in the morning shower does the gross pleasures of sense attend, for our summer I’d…
Waking up without you is as impossible as waking up with you is too, since waking seems most irresponsible to all of the love we’ve…
Poetry prowess is a thing for practice, like muscles, meditation, music, and patience, but partner pairing is something like a lattice: cross-stitched, beautiful, and woven…
You ride me like Neruda wrote tunes: And because love battles, I’d saddle you. And because love straddles steel horses so soon, there is only…
If mirrors were liars, if neurons were cowards, I’d not be so quick to escape with the dower of that murky dream’s promise of weddings…
Agnyte, like yellowing eyes half- shut-up with jaundiced doubt, I turn back to you as one waif to another, as one wandering flout might emerge…
I recall now the moment you glanced me, “Please,” you said it aloud to supplement, I knew then I had it, I was so happy,…
When weather wears, my concrete tears exposing vulnerable limestone encased in granite, marble, sandstone to pack, lye in mortar, uncomfortably mortal fears arise in due…