Atop this building
the moon sings its serenade
this glow emerging, spreading
across the sky's embrace;
You, the sweetest among all of these things.

Letting go but not becoming stronger

My head is spinning--
The words you left me with
echo through my pores
piercing me like needles
hovering above like a soft and painful storm
seeking comfort in the depth
of each sentence and punctuation
like pieces of glass reflecting tears
that we refuse to let fall

Holding on to everything or nothing

We are dreamers
trapped in a living fantasy
Sinking or swimming
playing games of mind weavers
Needing space to take a breath
dancing on the edge of
sanity and morality

Craving him more than anything or anyone

Atop this building
the moon sings its serenade
this glow emerging, spreading
across the sky's embrace;
You, the sweetest among all of these things.




Handing my body to you.