I hunger
like the moon...

I put myself in a little box
one that shuts...

You said
that you would...

I feel your hands
circling...

I am learning
to rest...

Abruptly
like a broken hasp...

I ache
for...

We were walking
along the edge...

I feel I am slipping away.
I fade...

Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...

Winter warmth
felt icy, so I ran...

You rose up to
meet me...