it’s not
quiet...
You catch feathers
from mid air...
you swallow your breath as
thunder bleeds onto the...
eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...
A wild horse
races across a nearly...
i am but first –
a soft yearning for something warmer...
There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with...
Although
we both took a...
I feel the need to take this to my grave
A love as vast as all the universe...
last night, i dreamt of your hands wrapped tightly
around my neck, wringing it like a hand-washed...
Trauma lives in this body;
it builds a nest with handcrafted...
On the pavement
a chalk drawing is admired...