theirs

What he could do

Full possession of my senses

Time and space of the night

Subtract into nakedness

It means everything it cannot say

What went unsaid between us

There were no simple answers

There is no news in fear

The frozen sea within us

The color of music

Met only in dreams

I am ready to die for poetry

Deep in the part of my heart

Keepers of private notebooks…

She returned his gaze, struck by her own transformation

Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell

In my younger and more vulnerable years

We are for the dark

explained away by sad songs

When it rains

It was always the becoming

You can’t do without a typewriter

The big one waits

If the concept of God

I could see dragons

a difference that couldn’t be

And life kept going

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