Crafty covetous canyons
can certainly correspond...

You forget the sound of my footsteps....
You say the email was lost over time...

He is like a dream
a beautiful soft-spoken harmony...

Dear Anonymous-
I wish to underline the novelty...

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

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

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

There lives the memory of a boy
who abided ouside my window...

Blindfolded I reach
past the mist's stale breath...

I wonder if Earth grieves the
same way souls do...

I cannot run any faster,
my physique won't allow it...

Her incandescent hair
- like winter ivy...