I was never one to lay like the cowardly dog
who curls up in the creases of mother's arms...

[When the sienna sun
bids its love to the quarter moon...

You said the April sun
would breathe us closer...

What is losing gravity
when the world has let go...

He's the poetry moving
from her sun tattoos...

You were the contrast
between the darkness...

My eyes adjust to the flickering-
the eyelids of light...

I never paid much attention to what the sun
would feel like- if you were captured away...

My eyes see no rain
but I hear the slow monotone...

She expected me to never forget her,
I realize I never will...

Wider than the ocean
more touching than the sun...

What if you were there
to watch the nails pierce through...