Each night I walk along the curving shore
behind my house, hands eager to grasp...

I found a small treasure while walking down
a familiar street. Of course I kept it...

Reclining from the desk
I begin to imagine...

Love-
If it's real...unconditional, undivided...

Sins my wrist
and fierce...

My girl, he says, later
you're a love song...

She whispers his name
doesn't matter, he can't hear it...

Be my altar, he whispers
i supplicate...