Loving you
an empty exercise
my unburnable excess
turned unbearable force
your heart
in hibernation


Tell You Somethin’

If you don’t
let go my hand
all I’ve known
that felt like love

Small sun
as weather turns
gloves lost
with purpose

Bloom Into You

I’ll love you
till you let go
and afterwards
for far longer
than my heart approves

It’s involuntary
if I’m honest
sieving memory
till love remains

Measured delusion
dosed delicately
to wounded pride

I’ll love you
because it’s easy

Flower still to bloom


The sun must feel a fool
when it finds your face
to kiss such loveliness
and find it smiling back

It was a luxury to be held
find your hand on a back
turned towards the world
spun right round to you

To know your face briefly
belonged only to me
for as long as I can hold
such sweet simple memory

It won’t be long now
till the moon claims you
carries her sun touched child
away from so much light


Fingers curled in hair
words waiting on each end
liberally plucked
till nothing is left

First maintenance
now madness
as close as I can manage
pulled participles past-due

Waisted jacket weather
strait white walls still blank
all my inside colors
would only serve to stain