I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
