As much as I want
to run away from you...
I carry you around as
if you're an integral...
I have an obsession with poetry
a domination that seeps through...
I frame my words by curving the
letters smoothly, aligning them...
I've been stealing sneaky
lunar kisses twixt...
All of me is there
reflected in the river...
As I walk into the darkness
I feel my soul part in the gloom...
Yesterday,
a news reporter...
I used to admire
women draped in black...
if tomorrow you ask how i am,
i'm not sure how i'll respond...
"Bide by the Moon,
follow Her glow..."...
He was a curator
who speaks softly about...