-her full
and
longing lips

-her thighs
that bring me
deep into
a mischief
so raw
and sweet

-every
granular
part of her
tasted
like
fresh,
pure
cane sugar

-she was
unhealthy
for my heart
but,

my
throbbing
sweet tooth
no longer
heeds the
warning

-death
couldn't be,

any
sweeter

Thy self a grand impostor,
what other people see

A bark that hides what fate ingrains,
a cover that deceives

It’s others held opinion,
that pulp you hide behind

Till lightning splits your trunk in two
—the roots left undefined

(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)

some days I dream this
place vacant
so there's room for us
to waltz

some days I can't help
but feel that I'm
at fault

for more than what
I gave you in
a look

honey, you read
me by the
book

& I'm too lonely to let go
of all I know in time
will turn to
ashes

but we're much too
far gone past
this

so I'll dream
& you'll dream and
we'll both never
sleep

& maybe someday you'll
find me there
just in
time


to swim with me in
the deep