Fall,
her whispers growing silent...
You think I dont know it, but amongst
Your greenhouse kisses you scent of something else...
I'm afraid I will always be
a piece of debris...
If we were to sleep
with no ceiling...
Today might be hectic
bursting with announcements...
Savage.
But you're so light. You writhe, the shock...
I wake to you, sweet confection
wrapped in cotton layers...
She tried to fall asleep
with a smile that belonged to someone else...
Tonight,
I slumped 'gainst...
Song of the Siren
Wispy strands the color of wheat...
I will perhaps...dream of Plains
where eagle's wing cleaves high thermals...
Flecked across a scorched plain
in Death Valley...