When did your stare become unconcerned, eyes hazy,
all the times I would make the commitment to do...

When you met me that Saturday morning,
it seemed the world was still drowsy...

Lick cinnamon and sugar off fingertips,
finish off the weak pot of coffee...

"It's hard to speak my thoughts."
"But you're a writer", he said...

Strong, dark brown legs
speaking to the floors...

I want to stop waking up in
contemplation, blinds open to...

Breathe a little deeper than you've been,
just breathe a little deeper, dear...

Tonight, I vowed to myself I would
not slip into the night, defenses down...

You prowl through my blood,
vicious, but maybe that is my...

Am I pushing you away
with questions...

-
i am the railroad tracks that cradle...

You bandage my wounds
before bedtime...