morals in abeyance, our sin-stained lips
take to every vice with black-tar dreams...

you play with your words like legos –
searching for the right combination of words...

Amongst stretched palms, you slip me a dagger
unsheathed, blade touching skin and offer me a...

the days patinas into night more readily
this time around; offering four hours of...

drawn together by wrong ideas;
our souls salivate at all the wrong...

the first time i'd seen you was in
a little café downtown – stars aligned...

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

like pink clouds
preceding the most...

the fireplace crackles, washing us in lights
of oranges, reds and yellows – the nights...

the cries of the lark do me in,
carrying with it – the eastern winds...

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

Around three in the morning
your soul was still fluttering...