Physics can't explain the gravity
Of when someone tells you
They are leaving for good;
The hanging, deafening silence
Of exasperated emancipation
Lying open in our living room
Thrown towels and soft vowels
Underneath the breath
The missing consonants hissing
Like the bit of oil I left
On the frying pan in the kitchen
When you tried to make pancakes
(It's always my fault you burn things)
As you slowly brush past me
In the unearthly breath of silence
I catch the scent of your cinnamon skin
Now I am just wondering
Who is going to tell me
they love the mole on my
Left cheek when I wake up
Next Monday morning?
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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There is ink in my pen And I'm pretty sure If I put it to the page It would come out, Creating some sort of mark On the blank pages. Of ...
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The humble drops of water Fall from the furthest reach Onto modern art in the garden: Flushing the angles of the sculpture Of the gum wr...
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When I said I'm scared that was an understatement. When I'm too blind to see things when they happen And too used to second chance...