About 11 hours
with interspersed,
digital voices have
left my brain with a hole
since my ears have
nothing to do but
wait

About seven minutes
is all it took
for me to change one thought
into a person whose awkward
return glances
show that we still have
youth

About the rounded day
my fingers sense
a missing quiver, since
your gesture of quizzical
romance isn't
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If there are words
To describe the pang within
That comes early in the morning
When I look over to my side
And see your face, but feel nothing,
Those words must be colored in deep hues
Of longing and loneliness
Tinted with a caress of your hair,
Painted across me...

I am the color of you.

Released October 6th, 2004
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Through the hushed tones of shadowy hours
Waning cool, the covers shrug up
And you are longed for.

Thoughtless motion:
The pillow concaves
Further, hands open, yet
Unfulfilled,
Altered space.

If dreams,
In easy breezes
Swept in
Or out,
these
sheets
would

hold

us.

Released July 10th, 2006
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