If divination were my practice, you would oracle claim since to look at you is to feel some bright future ring, since a look from…
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…
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I touched your inner comments then, judging me to…
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…
As if ten thousand hours could be done in eight days, two lovers’ rendezvous would then commonplace find in the perfection of the Art. Hippocrates’…