White tile
white room...

I'll wear this round my neck because
you gave it to me...

Streaming across my face like
whispering tassels of wind...

Silence
as I stand under the spray...

I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...

Envelop me like a current
as the sunlight falls to pieces...

Just tell me
who you want me to be...

I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...

I ache
for...

Your lips
pressed softly...

The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...

I sway gently into sleep
cresting on the waves...