She's whiskey in a teacup
and he's a greenhouse...
When you touch me
my skin becomes an ocean...
I feel like being the distraction
keeping you up nights, vow...
The candle you lit on winter nights
has worn down to the wick. The crimson...
As the
fireworks explode...
To the cold snake coiled in my belly--
I say with aching patience, yet again, please...
Within
Cinnabar-filled...
I will always contradict you,
the ice forming on top of every...
Numb were the nights
when I inhaled the memory...
"River Flows in You" is looping through...
sounding a deeper call to refrigerate these...
Gently, i feel free,
watching the sunshine melting and dividing...
Some poets
Have lost their way...