sometimes
                late at night

i remember how it felt

to
    be
     locked
             in your
                    embrace

and then i feel

a little bit better

what is it
about you

that
     makes
            me
               want
                       to
        
        melt?

will she show
       her
face
             ever again?

i miss the dew-dipped
       strands
   glittering
out
             in the sun

a reminder

you will remain
even
        after
a miserably cold
     night.

streaks of fire
licking
     at
   the
horizon

swallow me whole
   i ask

of both you
and
the
sun

mother

      lover of the new

  fingers tracing papers working
is
just
you

back is breaking
knowing
      
            you’ve got mouths to feed
at home

under your roof