Just something about the way dawn boils the night sky into this shade of purple that always reminds me of wine.
November, 2015
You are a tourist. You come to rumble your wheels aro… Kissing my skin so excitedly. New country, new land New just about everything and you’…
I can see the scatter wrenching it… And skittering on the ice banks Like a giraffe on ice skates Running amok before me, And oh God! something else is tum…
The past lies beneath me, a browni… Tickling through my skirt, Picking which nerves should be pok… Asking for resurrections I can ne… The present comes to me in an eage…
The moon is racing me - She leaves white, slender paw prin… On dark, sleek train tracks In her wake. She gorges the
I see myself in the poppy seeds an… In the dying grass, In the crisp, singing breeze; Under the breadth of sky, Atop the breast of the sea;
One hour ago and My hours with you are spent tiptoe… With the lightning showering down… And the wind whistling around me w… Two hours now and
And the Earth - Always, the smell of the Earth ha… He always woke lost to the scent o… Soaking soil with the dust after r… A night companion that knew nothin…
I want break free from Night’s overdue song. I want to rip my teeth into Dawn’s ripe, royal flesh - The one that is salted
We are a strange tune - Two notes that know nothing of the… But know a little something about The dance they are dancing. I am a tall glass of bourbon
I’m still learning the secret to m… With the suburban, slumbering sun… And flowers locked in a jar, Not quite sure how to grow anymore… Strict outlets char my stumbling f…