cloud turtles in a piedmont sky drifting westward are soon as lost to me as your voice; did you know when we met that we would end like this? even now I struggle with the idea of loss, of never, of forever.

One of us was bent Over-smelled the musky scent, Twisted inside our tent As together we were meant To climax and be spent.    

promises sleep and dreams are suffocated by Ambien death becomes a play told in three acts my favorite part is the end.

I counted each little finger and toe So I knew how many should be there When I woke up   Before Darkness I would hum a certain tune Over and over, starting from the beginning If i were interrupted by thought or sound So I…

Barefoot on the side of my walk…

Come here beside me sit skin close hum of cicadas vibrate between us dusk dampness rises from the earth lean to me only our weight to hold us upright bury our toes in the sand only these tiny grains to keep us warm

You see my mouth … Funny little smiles, Between each word. My friendly nature … Or hiding the fear, The sadness.   I look into your eyes… Dark brown; Skin light brown. You find beauty… In my white skin, Like fresh snow. You tell me…

A cirrus robe softly obscures the feet of Queen Cassiopeia with filaments of ice refracting pale the whitest glow of Selene’s winged steed. Hephaestus strikes his anvil Cumulonimbus, having fallen only once– As if to hide the searing path Of fragments that fall Broken, again…

The blazing, burning, bright sun lowers on the horizon, changing into a giant burnt orange orb, Splashing its dimming light out into the sky, surrendering, Painting the clouds in shades of pink and lavender. A slow, steady darkening of the sky, the circular sound of…

Before Darkness came And grabbed me by the throat And squeezed… Oh, you were my Light. Sun and moon, Dancing flame… Before Darkness swallowed the world.