People often forget
That before a Phoenix...
Water leaks from the ceiling
into a rusty saucepan...
When I see you, I feel disorientated,
like I’ve stepped on the extra stair...
Your absence spoke in crowds,
it said you came like a green cloud...
You were not my past;
you were the lost intervals...
is
picking up...
You shall never see yourself between the lines,
or your silhouette against my poetry...
Dried,
and crushed into rage...
sometimes i surmise the human body is
weightless, made of helium and we...
love crescendos at three a.m. when thoughts of you
course through my pores – i dream of you...
can I be silent, tonight?
look how you laugh without me...
there's a leak somewhere
in the dining room, as rain...