My breath hangs in the air ( Read more... )

There are rainbows in my eyelashes ( Read more... )

There is a rose
curled tightly
in my throat
and,
petal by petal,
it is unfurling.

I hold my peace.

When I speak,
I wish for summer's glory
to fall ripe from my lips,
not the fading bloom
of a hothouse prodigy
who died young.

he plays ( Read more... )

Dried leaves drift into a pond ( Read more... )

Something in the cashmere
Texture of your sigh
Makes me want
To drown myself
And all that I've forgotten.
In that dark moment
Filled, consumed
By your breath
Language cried and raged
Against the silence
That may be my only
Expression.