Half of me wishes
it could have softer skin...

"I wanna be yours."
You're not at the other end of the receiver...

You write me a prelude-
a stroke of sailing hands...

Her incandescent hair
- like winter ivy...

We are both a distant flurry away
Enfolding solitude as not to sway...

I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...

On a prolific day
I become distracted...

I need to be more grateful; mother already
comments that I complain about the mundane...

I remove all of the excess in your life,
the heavy weights of trying to balance...

I miss you like this is all there is - the desire...
Every morning, I want to say everything to you...

How could my heart have been
so subtly lost...

You'd said you'd give anything
for the day to last one minute longer...