Somewhere between scrambled eggs
and silent conversation...

While the moon strolls along
sunscreen soaked puffs...

Navy ink smears between the pitter-patter of my...
creating a sea of broken words and confused...

She didn't bother
with clutching a sign...

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

May balances between
an array of jaune sunrises...

Wine trickles down an hour glass,
coating a desert of run-on sentences...

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

I've traced calligraphy in every beach
since I was old enough to love the...

As you mindlessly
twirl my locks around...

The moon's tears
trickle along the rim...

"Bide by the Moon,
follow Her glow...&quot...