It’s rare to light this late at night our burning casual evening rhyme encased in the walls of our tight little peaks sliding smooth into…
Gleaning sheaves from your minute denials, I will harvest a cake for your returning sun. Floating ballon when our time rests dials over a future…
Only that tracing finger along a sinuous ridge hints at the valley that you might flow within in some secret pleasure dome that your seams…
As twenty three years have plainly shown, dressed in habits as mouldy clothes, recession seeks some somberly loaned gown as good will is predisposed to…
You look to me: “twice?” like some sought-for sucrose on some too-late night. I think it is only a toss of the fork, like your…
Did you catch it, that squall of a nuptial bed? The acorns’ flew to mountains overhead keen to be laughing it off, our bounteous ridge…
The beginning of seasons, you herald new calm before, beginning, and between none. The oldest of bases, the dawning of psalms: between which I…
Dearest documentation, the kindest passing as we touch these cloacas, these primitive passions tamed into something lean: typing, typing, it seems like an odd way…
Remaining uxoric, I wince at the phase of the passing moods, the lingering praise for deeds only faked, for freedoms won in a moment I…
Lingering here still I sense that blackness lingering there will it lapse to sadness as only those reasoned to kindness know not why the bell…
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…