poem 10 I still remember how you looked the night we first met, your golden eyes illuminated in the moonbeams. Something about the way you smiled made me feel things, like I was standing at the edge of a dock, about to dive, unsure what…

Let us grown old together and travel the world Tromp across the desert our skin grown thick as leather I want to grow old with you lets skip the kids The forest we can nurture as we grow old together I want to grow old…

I once thought your face was of the angels, lily lips boxer’s nose Botticelli eyes, dove into the quarries you dynamited with the words you spoke, wanted to comb your hair with my fingers and play with your loose threads, and I needed to touch…