Dear cherished,
Forget what we have earned in golden solidity...

Her dream was flushed into mistletoe's grave,
boundless to stop her, yet tugged around the waist...

Our Father,
you read our hearts...

You are my miracle child
a letter of stainless ink...

I hid the mossy star
in the center of a blemished bush...

You may never unwrap these tributes,
glowing poetry soaked in complete...

You flay my muted mouth
coiling around with disgrace...

I love to create
obscene imagery...

He shot me down
like I was a kite runner...

My lips tingled
and curled laconically...

I hang a bulb
off my ceiling fan...

Resplendent lamppost sings to itself
preparing the words on lucky matches...