How did I come here
expecting your carved blessings...

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

She is el sol wrapped up in a compact
home where the desert is her backbone...

Panoramic irises
love like landscapes...

Have you ever felt constricted?
For I am almost certain a lock...

Your frequency is high,
granting me an incidental...

There are times when I want to hit that button.
Self-destruct. I've done it before, why not again...

Take me when the moment is no longer mine
and the tears caught 'twixt my eyelashes...

My locution -
ghosts of a garden...

I've always craved
undaunted wings...

You breathe
like a found piano...

I cut the stem of the blind carnation,
tying lace childishly around the petal's breath...