How foolish,
having dismembered...

Tonight, the tone of my heart is deafening;
like an ocean at war with Mother Nature...

He veers towards them
with a certain slapstickish fury...

The stars are all gone
and their dust has settled...

On this fourth I love you,
and my heart reacts like a sparkler...

Quite often
we spoke in...

It's raining here,
I wonder if it's drizzling...

I miss those nights
when the velvet sky...

There are days I feel like an ant
scurrying about the sidewalk...

A cheek full of hot tamales are like
licking flames, they burn deliciously...

I suppose it was the way that golden star
reflected her light...

I miss him-
and not just those hands...