i remember that day vividly;
he looked at the price tag of...

dip your fingers in the blood-red skies like you...
with alta dye – tonight, i will study your hands...

i sing of you with a hushed breath,
careful to not let the words to your...

is the silence damning or was it the lack of...
in the garden? it made me think too much of you...

sorrow is a bird taking to an etherized sky,
flapping its wings as hard as its little body...

sometimes i surmise the human body is
weightless, made of helium and we...

and you – what tethers your soul to this
vagrant world? what little good does sleep...

in the city of a thousand suns;
you swell the most at the seams...

RED
carmine sky swallows the canary sun...

your tongue is the lands where
i harvest sugarcanes and dates...

the morning light drinks from your
eyes – a continuous wellspring of...

poetry resides at the tips of your fingers, you...
i know this intimately, because i saw the sun rise...