In the space between you and me
There is hope quietly gulping
Intimately placing it’s hands upon our chest
Like a vacant house achingly waits with desire
Daily Archives: June 15, 2012
Consider
The tongued trumpet player within
Electrically beating your soul to bloom
Beyond the tired heart promising you life
Night
i bid you these yellow tides
invisibly predicting seriousness
eyed asylums insisting skies
lashing the verb that lives
love . . .
