one last emerald night
at bonnechere park
thin moon piercing through
glass pendants of a weeping tree
the truth is
i still hide your name  
inside my lips like stolen bread

beneath our lucky stars
i found the ending
i was searching for
—to kiss the sand on basin lake
while the serrated cold of water
and my heartbeats
slowly dissipate

before i knew it
you were wearing nothing
but your jewels
and the silver moonlight
like artemis in the wild
oh, just kiss me sometime, softly
dream of where we go
when the body dies

Cloudy Sundays will always belong to you
Sleepy amber
You are the rain
Seeping through the windows
Dousing me in kerosene
Lighting the flame
Encroaching on my present happiness
Drove a thousand miles away
But asked again
To scratch your back
Retrace the touch
Permanently erased
Memory’s demise: “soon”
You mustn’t have known,
I cried too.