i am not whole.
i lived my life in fragments...

a songbird cries, and the dull ache of
loneliness creeps in like an assassin...

You smell of poetry again.
The world has grinded to...

i am, but soft in your hands,
and your hands only...

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

you swallow your breath as
thunder bleeds onto the...

you are laden with light –
lambent like morning skies...

thoughts stripped bare by a callous salt-wind
break the resin i casted your elegy in...

eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...

an unsolved puzzle –
the words escape me...

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

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