blood is crystalizing within your veins,
as if it’s mastering the art of sculpting...
Once upon a twilight,
I would prance across...
Your tired eyes still glow.
They remind me of dandelions...
You are fat
you need to lose weight...
Your brilliance used to stain
this broken town with orange...
Does loneliness
Immerse itself...
I come bearing fruit from the northern isles—you...
and wonder which flesh is sweeter, more tender...
Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...
December approaches its end,
clouds trail mountain tips...
Let water, trickling from rooftops
Stoop to cup your cheeks...
never again will i feel this pain
I said...
My chest is cold and I'm left feeling less
than I am...