I've grown weary
writing of you...
Have you seen crumbles of light before?
The stars were falling...
Here?
Hurricanes, heavy rain and cold...
We, right here, in
the furthest east...
It's almost midnight at my side
only few minutes keep me away from tomorrow...
Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...
When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...
i sought affection from your words.
you – you needed kind words spoken...
Faint aroma of crushed
sandalwood...
You were breathing me in
like I was your favorite flower...
drawn together by wrong ideas;
our souls salivate at all the wrong...
sometimes i surmise the human body is
weightless, made of helium and we...