You're a momentary home,
beclouded among my many...

Between my first and three hundredth hello,
I could still never quite land my feet in a place...

A young man
in a greying soft sea green...

Bankrupt are my lips,
from considering you to be...

The stigma of your eyes
unnerves me as I fumble...

Intense -
Kissing moons...

He is the lily
enfolding me in lips...

Where is your face?
Why has it faded so quickly...

Counting the number of fingers it takes
to hold you, meter and all, a ripple the wind...

It's like I'm drifting,
you don't even pass me by...

I'm to that point where I don't know what to do...
Where am I supposed to go from here when the past...

We learn life lessons in the most interesting...
One person's way of understanding something may be...