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

misery is a quiet resource; an unknown quantity of...
you were the oasis, the empty vessel that life...

like midnight saturated with shadows,
like when you taste the rain in the air...

borrowing breath from tomorrow
staves lament just a moment longer...

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

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

y/our laughter is a metronome
playing into the late hours of...

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

i wish you could see through my kaleidoscopic...
my skies are forever echoing your light...

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

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

where dreams unfurl in the veil of moonlight –
you are there, blossoming like night-jasmines...