I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly
All in Poetry
In the Blue of Night We Embraced
It was on his lips and on my hips, / And I leaned in closer to inhale the / Magic-like, love-struck perfume that / He wore on his shoulder like a / Promise.
Eulogy to My Shadow
you are a stacked tower of satellite gloom / glowering your raspy doom in drab lighting / grey as crackled concrete spitting / tart textures of gravel into / every / crooked / crevice
Absenteeism
But the only home I ever knew,
Was embodied in to the thought of you.