I love you, possessively.
I love you like a hot meal and a cold beer...

Maybe I was the ocean, come crashing in,
and you were the stream, undisturbed on a quiet...

Some are wilting before
Rising with the blazing...

Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...

Father,
Time's unraveled in a tangle of what's left...

I was a disfigured fox,
disappearing into a fog of dead wood and winter...

No, he is not a prince in full regalia,
riches falling at his boots...

"I don't want to see you miss the chance to...
and I hear the mistakes she's made in a cracking...

My thoughts of you are red.
Not the flare of passion or tender hues of...

The exasperated sigh of a father is not like other...
His disappointment hits me like a jo...

Is it love or lack thereof that stays his prying...
Were he to look, it would take not long...

The scent of jasmine in a rush;
the sun gleaming heat...