In Short

             n.c.

You are most of what I know

Of how connected beings be together

Even though

We

Could not.

                                    '15

Caves

Your voice

won’t echo here,

but hover

at my ragged points;

stalactite –

drip dripping steady ‘til

there are mounds

of you

at both my highs

            and lows.

                        11.06.2015

self-portrait

not quite lost but

seeking a bit of nothingness

to welcome her restless romp.

enough to taste relief,

and she would offer palms;

turn out her pockets.

for a moment

of stillness,

sacrifice comes cheap.

6.2.15