and then, you –
picturesque, plaited hair unfurled into loose...
Capsuled emotions
dissolve in an ocean of...
There was a blue flower on the sidewalk
growing out of cracks in the cement...
Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you...
You’re not an illusion
you’re real to me...
Moonlit clouds tailored a silver sky,
peaking stars shadowed her face...
suddenly light,
and i think of your smile...
...lie beneath a headstone
with the words...
Of all the ones you could have had
you chose me randomly out of a hat...
You fall and embrace me
with shades full of dark...
it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
This won't be praising
the planet for existing...