The morning mourns today;
dewdrops snivel...

Seconds creep alongside the
moonlight while I ponder...

Rearview mirrors
contain spotted...

I tried to divorce them
but words whittled themselves...

Dandelion puffs scatter
through the air of...

She's whiskey in a teacup
and he's a greenhouse...

I tried to bottle a whiff of you
last night while you...

His flowers perch along
a blackened windowsill...

While the moon strolls along
sunscreen soaked puffs...

As she glided chatoyant
lines across her eyelids...

A messy bun that took more than a few tries
to perfect is plopped atop a poet's head while...

You've traced the lines
of my hands like you...