The morning after…
Don’t worry how I slept or the empty...

He buries her soul
among choleric rosebushes...

I want to be found
in you...

I don't care about touch, what
chases me is not tangible but...

I am frightened for the ones
who leap onto faith but don't...

For two years I thought I could live
on subtle recognitions...

You've imprisoned others
with your seas of anger...

Your soul is a harvest gold
phone booth...

I can't keep you from
rising in my heart...

I walk with a limp I never knew I had,
cheeks peppered with rosemary and...

When first faced with my own mortality,
I had little fear...

Rest easy, sigh no more,
when you come to a place you don't know...