Shocked, because there
in a twist over my shoulder...

I cling to you,
you drain my life away, oh...

Our shadows tossed
on cold dew grass...

Brambles crossed and brushed the
trees...

Your lips, they are too fierce for this earth,
showering grace and inciting devotion...

If this, my pen,
could rightly scratch the surface...

Nighttime in San Miguel is teeming and rich
and swirling with twilight. The sun fades...

I once bought a friend some sea monkeys.
He admitted they were kind of funky...

Muscles clenched, fingers fisted
grasping faster, unresisted...

The sunflower hangs
its head, grown heavy with seeds...

Cherished-
the soft exclamation of you...

The livid rays birthed by an angry sun
beat down celestial scolding on our backs...