the meals are always ordinary,
so I guess you could call this tale of mine cautionary.
all because I didn’t bring someone extraordinary;
All in Poetry
Things I Told You At Midnight
When I look at you
into your eyes, which are kissed
by the goddess Aphrodite herself
I cannot help but to feel at ease
Permafrost
Freezing,
everything around us has been buried under the softness,
the delicateness of longing for endless summers
For the memories of light, warm touches under the Sun
Why did it have to be you?
Why, why, why out of all people was it you
Why was it you who pulled me out of the starless dark into the blinding sun
Meet Me in Your Poem Drawer
friday wind a ghost on my cheek/haunted by the moment the weather turned bleak/my phone lighting up my coat pocket/the moment to watch yours I promised