there you were –
still casted in amber...

the clock takes to 4/4 time;
i'm here but rooted somewhere else...

the first time you spoke my name – years after,
i wondered if my name tasted bitter to you...

o’ girl who massages coconut oil into hair,
the next time you wear jasmines in your hair...

i tremble, my heart is not as steady as yours;
i'm steadfast in my devotion to you...

how does softness remain? you’re overwhelming in...
i need you to be – all-encompassing like...

passively assertive – you exercise restraint in...
but the music between you and i are limited by...

can you calm the cold winds that howl
your name in the dark of night – when...

kaleidoscopic in nature, you are at worst,
a watchfire gone rampant while unattended...

on the nights where my eyes gorge on you,
a banquet of star-matter, where my belly...

i yearn
you like the light...

where the sternum meets the clavicle,
i want you to rip it apart like a wishbone...