I held her marigold smile
-apple scent rain through slanting silver-lines
I am the prince and the fool
-survived by a breath, a thread, a single room
Lonely towns
Midnight sounds
Darling, your hair is a mess
-tangled up web of chilling selflessness
Lonely towns
Midnight sounds
I want for touch. I don’t ask much. I want for touch
True touch
Speak of Your love and the light
Reading your lips drowns this empty, spinning, night
Lonely towns
Midnight sounds