All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...
It’s been over 2 years
Since I last saw your face...
A final showdown, the heavens have begun pouring...
Soaking wet, washing away my last letter to you...
She was only seventeen
She's too young to work daily...
Down, i look. You turn to see me, so slowlY
Every now and then, i turn to see you toO...
you are laden with light –
lambent like morning skies...
I keep on having nightmares,
I never get much sleep...
The answers look
at questions, like sparrows...
Do you see them?
Because I do...