i first saw you, trapped in the bosom of a poem
written in sanskrit – archaic in the sense, an...

we’ve run out of the primordial –
stalling stars, spinning chaotically...

as much wind you can gather in your lungs,
i want you to scream my name one last time...

i wish i could drape the sky on you tonight,
the sunset – the oranges, the reds, the yellows...

the intangible rises and breaks through skin,
appearing as shards of lament, and in the...

what draws you near? is it the fragrance that
happened to waft by you, or the deeply carmine...

two saplings entwined by chance –
you lean on one another, for support...

those who dream from inflated air
with cornucopia ribcages, gorging...

you are to my poetry like the stars
are to infinity. the verses that blossom...

sometimes, i liken you to a songbird
carrying with them – the sweetest song...

as your voice spills into the room,
waking the silence from its gentle...

cosmic retribution / karma.
foolish to think stealing from boundless seas...