When cellulite appears before my eyes
I see the dimples on the skin with fright...
dreams dip
in soft waters...
It is everywhere
though we must dig deep inside...
There are no impediments
in the nature of true minds...
in my sleep I stop breathing
and when I do...
yet again I find
myself facing the wall...
i sing of you with a hushed breath,
careful to not let the words to your...
This was the weekly
"we can have a cup of coffee...
I find you in storms I fight to weather
in traps of poetry I uncover...
How can I forget the smell of fall
picking apples from high branches...
I wrote poems with
letters that do not exist...
We were skipping
stones across a gilded lake...