I'm afraid I will always be
a piece of debris...

Your words have spun like cobwebs
in the dusky niche of my heart...

How foolish,
having dismembered...

I'm craving a mango
and you...

The further I run,
the deeper I'm in...

It's apparent our tide is moving
in big waves of opportunity...

Sometimes I get so giddy on possibility
that I spin wildly with the world...

I could feel my heart folding itself
like one of those kirigami stars...

Sometimes I feel I might choke on love,
it can seem so heartless and cold...

This tiny line holds all the grand things we'll...
but you're too lustful...

The air smells of honeysuckle,
it's almost too sweet to breathe...

I don't care if you write,
who needs to prattle about...