July has arrived with heated
winds and cheery...

Your name still picks holes
between my ribs...

A teary-eyed half moon
is smeared low across...

Bankrupt eyes are
fixated heavenward...

Listless days have played out
like endless eons...

Nights are no longer
synonymous with...

Your caesious eyes
have more...

The relativity
of each embrace and...

Spark
my mind with your words...

How many more
nights...

My ears are abuzz with wood sprites
and water nymphs...

Lost is a destination I've sailed to
unintentionally more times than I've ever...