I will love you into caskets / and weave you into baskets / To cradle all my peeling thoughts / Of wisdom words in clawed out hopes / Of hollowed hands dug into dirt / Of hallowed strands restored toward hurt
All in Poetry
Aurora's Kingdom of Delirium
And soon was Aurora riddled and rooted, / with an affliction so sly, soft, and smoothed. / We sent our Aurora to the Kingdom of Delirium.
I don't think they heard you when you said you were free
It happened once in a dream;
I was chasing your tail lights
through the eye of the hurricane,
the radio played your favorite song as I lost control
Water Weight
I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly
In the Blue of Night We Embraced
It was on his lips and on my hips, / And I leaned in closer to inhale the / Magic-like, love-struck perfume that / He wore on his shoulder like a / Promise.