Thursday Afternoon for the one i haven’t met yet It’s 3pmIn the overcast glow of a prolonged winterIt’s probably Spring somewhereBut not hereAnd it’s kind of perfectThe way the gray matches the painThe way the pain matches our eyesAnd we both see itAnd we both...
Tuesday Evening for the one i haven’t met yet It’s 8pmAnd I can smell Fall bloomingLooming are the orange leavesAnd everything it meansTo shed the pastShedding all that holds us backFrom being able to beginAnewAnd when I drove to work this morningWith the heater...
Sunday Night for the one i haven’t met yet It’s 11pmAnd I can’t stop thinking about youAnd what it might be likeTo feel the weightOf your bodyHeavyIn truth and effortAtop all of my naked passionThe madness in the hungerThe absence of sense in the urgeMakes the...
