Light glances through the mist-filled trees
Gentle hands weaving heart-strings...
i shower in the gray silence of
an autumn afternoon...
I'm glad I wrote to you,
even if you never ended up...
This body talks and interrupts
- my peace...
eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...
A wild horse
races across a nearly...
edit: This poem might trigger someone.
I don't want that, so I'm putting this warning...
A revolving door of ghosts
morphing into new members...
Oceans of barricades
and skies of fences...
Her body felt heavy pressing on the cold floor,
for the moon forgot to shine his light...
Something in your words stands out,
whether pushed into low punctuation...
When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...