All sorts of tiny creatures chirped,
and you hummed to their music...
your skin drinks the pale moonlight;
your lambent lips beckons to the sea...
Topsy turvy
Relationships...
In this dark living room,
I stare at the street light...
This will be rough, as I've had far
too many shots of vodka, yet...
She shrugged her
shoulders as if...
When I see you, I feel disorientated,
like I’ve stepped on the extra stair...
And I'll wear cardigans
at the start of August...
I often wished for
more of your silence...
a plucked tongue, uprooted and transplanted in
foreign lands before the seed was sown...
I'm always cleaning
leftover dishes - the milk...
Somewhere amidst an
acrimonious tempest...