We're homonyms
for the same...

The ship has sailed and you're a stowaway.
Anxious to find another phase...

When I am overwhelmed by my tenderness for you, my
attempts at language prove futile, my words become...

I'm six pairs of the same cut, color and style of...
I'm two weeks of long, lazy vacation and short...

You are a Shakespearean behemoth
and I just a peddler's Haiku...

I don't need you to hold my hand
or sing me to sleep. I know loneliness...

She stands before the mirror again,
her threaded seashell spine twisted...

Our lips pressed close, I breathe in the
breath you have pushed from your chest...

I want to write my eulogy painted on a tin roof
of over-emphasized lyricists drowning in fervor...

Break off the icicles clinging
like stalagtites to the ceiling...

My good night's
sleep is sealed...

Your soul found mine-
it snuck up on me...