A Week With You

Up your spiral staircase, bare foot we climbed. Atop your tower, a world of your design. Where in your bed we loved all the ways we should, Kiss to kiss, hug in hug, every touch was understood. On your couch a bit too small we listened to music, Then the rest of the world muted,…

You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away

I scrape the dirt out from beneath my finger nails, as I walk away from your unmarked grave. My nostrils flare. My lungs ignite. With the dark air belonging to this fissured state, Never to be tainted by the sun’s rays. I take a sip of my unsophisticated elixir Shrouding my footprints with a self-cultured…