What if we won’t wake
for we are fugitives of...
To love you—is to resign to a fate of...
you macerate all things in life to the point of it...
Luminous creatures
hold your posture...
you’re welcome to the feast, pardon the manners...
hunger does strange things, have your pick of any...
One was imploring
for forgiveness for the crime...
blood is crystalizing within your veins,
as if it’s mastering the art of sculpting...
What if enemy
is in you telling you who...
Each bow of silver bough
pulling to the water...
If I am all the things I love,
Then I am you and none of me...
I think of my hands as a tofu-press,
and dig into your skin a smidge harder...
The urge to lie face down in a bathtub
Bubbles drifting past my ears...
The lines are clear though
you can't see for you've crossed the...