There is something unexhausted of you
in this aging washed-out coat
and I lift it to my nose
to taste the smell that desires
...
It was the way
my leg felt against
the cold rail of the
sofa bed that
...
I am not here.
my eyes reflect the sky
and bleed tears of constellations
as I sweep through this planet
...
I have replaced you, pitifully,
many times in rooms
within my soul.
Everywhere, there are
...
He speaks to me while I slumber-
(Hush)
his voice; matchwood.
my
...
I make love to the thought of you.
Moments like this enduring
the painful tenderness
that shepherd tears
...
Most of the time, it comes
with admonition.
Moments clash like waves
of cutting tide.
...
I am writing these verses
from inside a dragon
with it's mouth seamed shut.
Instead the flames reverse,
...