I said to him, "Flattery will get you...
Except there...

I scrutinize the pith
of poetry...

No one teaches a flower how to wilt;
it just knows when to wither...

I keep expecting you
to dazzle me...

I'm frightened by the things
I cannot see...

It feels likes I'm living under water,
little fishes kiss my nose...

Oh, how the heart loses its grace
and foams about the mouth...

Someone else's toes
muddled themselves whilst stepping...

I'm craving a mango
and you...

I saw them there-
your words framing you...

Pacing to the swerve
of my body's sway...

Lately...
I feel like my guitar...