Visible
of invisible blues...
Dressed to assassinate,
not having much hope...
often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...
As it appears?
as if nothing stops you and...
Beautiful, purple
calm solitary twilights...
The sun is squeezed from the sky
And I watch the sky pour...
Part of me? like a morpheme,
you are leaving...
Looking in your hazel
eyes, I was thinking...
A stream forever
crosses enclosed by the two...
Blood side by side.
Your risqué humor...
Whatever starts must
also end. Whatever ends...
The weight of charity
sits on my shoulder...