4.10.11 – 13.05

love is not static.
it is not constant.
it comes and it goes,
in bursts of unbounded emotion
that are relevant
only in the short fiery moments
that it is felt.


12.26.10 – 14.38

the proximity of your touch still makes my skin
ripple like the surface of a lake
and draws the breath from my aching lungs
crushed by longings too like despair


6.27.10 – 23.21

we sign off on our daily lives
without search
for the deeper beauties of existence

yet they chime for us
with such pronounced clarity
the voices of sublimity are as thin
as paper whispers

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