you’ve missed the tender years –
i needed you most then. i daydream all the...

my throat pulsates while you nock
your words on your tongue...

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

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

the hands quiver when it comes to
penning you a garland of poems...

this is an attempt at a spoken word piece, wrote...

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...

you liken us to ashen stars – charred by...
marred by the violence of a turbulent galaxy...

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

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

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