as the years brought sagacity’s glintto my eyes, I thoughtlove would be a frivolous endeavorto be left…
wait for methere is an old sunI run from. clingy shadowsI must throw dirt on.
with our swollen eyeswe are four pistachiosunshelled, lost in the underbellyof a floral couch.
one dayI left the silence between usundisturbed.
close an eye-nowyou’re winking at yourplum delight-howyou wish you werea gliding boat in…
tell me your secretsthis mind is a worthy vasefor roses and thorns.
if love is longingthen we have found something elseconstant attainment.
this cacophonyplaylist of our fractured history
I let you sink of your own free willinto the recesses of my memoryhurled our promises into oblivionturned…
the sun in that memoryframing your smiling faceback when you cared enoughto hide uncertainty