Let’s mend the bridges
To let us dawdle- stay forever in our past please let my fingers race and nudge your nape and let the silver moonbeams slice the glass of windows as before, […]
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When we had built a nest
Just like before our monsters bared their teeth in early dawn when we had built a nest of warmth, and like a butterfly you breathed and pressed a feline spine […]
Before the monsters
In tears of tears, a gem you saved till last when weight of wasted wedding bands, on hands are chalk and chills — my breath’s November brass in verdigris with […]
Bluebells
The summer knell – a quiver in the breeze of meadow bluebells, shadow-fighting dusk, when slanting rays caress with drowsy bees, you slowly slip your sense, around the musk of […]
The old man and the oak
My fingers trace the indentations left the letters of forever us — memories of sunshine in her hair, I stand bereft an old man lingering on enemies embedded in the […]
