We make love to this state
as if it's the only home that...
Reason still finds
a way to abandon me...
I'm afraid
that you just might...
The arch bishop crowned
Thee five years hence...
Sometimes this pen takes a grip of my hand
and the ink won't let go of my heart...
I want to be found
in you...
The cliffs of dream sleep
beneath my eyelashes...
I went to the station where the rain was
pouring, turbulent, seven years old...
Admittedly,
I'm haunted still...
I look around
while everything sleeps...
Welcome to my today.
the door is ajar...
No, I don't mind
being greeted by Dandelions...