It's mystifying to me,
the way everytime she touched you...

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

I scrutinize the pith
of poetry...

Darling,
Hush your tongue of its retorts...

He left my rhythmic world
for something...

Yesterday, not only did prose taste strange
but an unfamiliar maundering...

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

Here\'s a poem
written by the hands of my heart...

I keep expecting you
to dazzle me...

I swallowed a well,
full of ink...

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

I thought perhaps beauty
belonged to those girls who giggled about...