In the silence of a chapel, I prayed
for you to hear me...

I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud...

Oh heavens high, where are you now?
I searched for you within the clouds...

I always thought that my thoughts were my own
but more often than not...

I want to think
though I think I think...

"Stop it, you are splashing it all over...
Water spits clarity...

You are two extended palms
facing one another, touching...

Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...

for every lie,
I place a pillow between us...

Sure, sure!
I was a flower and you were like a bee...

All I ever asked, was for a little portion of...
you know that glass of milk in the counter top...

That’s it.
My body is my prison...