in the deepest crescent of hidden truths
she will acknowledge just two things
1. she never stopped loving him
2. he’ll never know
burdens that weighed so heavy
to a state of bewilderment much like
so I can’t help it
happy thoughts just don’t
amuse me enough to want to write about them
the sad thoughts however
they cut throat..
and they jab you perfectly in the most tender
I want to bleed writing
I want you to bleed too
Risen by your touch.
My skin is warm from your rays.
Can you stay a little longer this morning?