Night swallows me whole, down its long, sequined...
Nearly extinguishing all other light but that...

Light yawns in the womb of dawn,
spritzing the earth's skin with sticky citrus...

Let not winter's hideous hand deface
With back-wards ebb sweet summer's memory...

As I'm staring at the sanded horizon,
With it's pale face of yellow spotted...

.
jealousy hovers like a parasol...

,
we slept in the dusty corners of ourselves...

The sun sighs his accomplishments; soft light...
The mane of earth: green pastures dance, gently...

Naked trees stand tall in winter, long with...
Collecting moments on their jagged arm decks...

To dissect the truth behind a wholesome tongue,
Is to prolong an epiphany --- savory and strong...

I don't feel comfortable enough to call you...
And as we sit here in this room of nostalgic...

He opens his eyes
Without optical counterpart...

-
we fell...