predator by name; you knew exactly where to
lurk. methodological; brazen in approach...

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

a humble vagabond; shadowing your existence
in search of a conclusion to a story that was...

between the amber, cream, flax and
goldenrod, the skies fold in sorrow...

molasses coats y/our tongue,
we’ve been...

the lambent light of the skies pours through
the window and onto you – cast in sunshine...

thoughts crowd at the helm of y/our forehead -
we’re accustomed to this though, at this point...

i dreamt of you again;
this time in parts...

your skin drinks the pale moonlight;
your lambent lips beckons to the sea...

you cup soft breath in your palms,
offering it to the stars as an exchange...

absence is the gentle undressing of self; what...
the ocean churns itself in playful delight...

i wonder what it is about april specifically
that had it stamped the transitionary month...