I used to want to
follow in your footsteps...
Embrace me to the soul
then ditch me boneless...
at last
i can feel again...
trembling hands.
i breathe in deeply...
The hills were steep,
do not push your fragile ankles up there...
I am looking for something
I don't know or remember existing...
on this night, i ask whether
the heart is brittle or were the...
As the moon
approaches...
predator by name; you knew exactly where to
lurk. methodological; brazen in approach...
i first saw you, trapped in the bosom of a poem
written in sanskrit – archaic in the sense, an...
Let me be empty and still
but full of longing...
What do you want of me?
the ghost, the lone lover writing poetry...