To die without dying
To seep without crying...
I once dreamt of
poppies and windmills...
Sip on these tears with me my love.
Come, let us dine on our sorrows, we will never...
They met over the internet,
they were not sure whether...
You caught me
praying underground...
I thought you were my feeble
knees...
American Burying Beetle
you are a vulture...
I come back
to the little girl on a swing...
Muddied are the creeks,
no blue reflections...
As I write this last letter, the sun dies in my...
my vowels and consonants carry my shame and cross...
3rd June, 2017. 10:20 p.m
Our souls recognize one another...
The sun up high does shine too bright
upon a daffodil in sight...