Tangle your lies
between our pretzel...

They whimper against rumbling thunder
and scold lightning for shining...

Somewhere between scrambled eggs
and silent conversation...

Red-bud winter creeps
past blooming Easter lillies...

Navy ink smears between the pitter-patter of my...
creating a sea of broken words and confused...

The morning mourns today;
dewdrops snivel...

March 23 - 6:00 PM
"Two years ago, I was a flightless bird...

Sugar coats every inch
of her curvaceous figure...

As we saunter across dusty planks,
the briny ocean licks the air...

Tonight,
no longer will we be each others competition...

Your poor, chapped lips -
they flake, crumble and peel...

My tongue tingles as it collides with yours,
inhaling the after-taste of your menthol cigarette...