“you leave me breathless” she sighed, as their lips parted
“then take mine” he offered “all I have is yours”

drawn against the flame
she lends me her broken limbs
an earthly musk breaks
the stars brought before my eyes
a fleeting insanity

How interesting
They treat me like I'm strange
But act just the same

white silver bullets
barrage the trees and buildings
in chaotic sound
despite our defense constructs
everything falls to the ground

long streets make tired feet
her words formed intersections
as if roads could rhyme
from the last dead end, i hope
to walk with her one more time

the flares of my eyes
are nothing but a warning
that fire seeks the air
found in sacred cavities
of your heart and memories

tennis elbow

wimbledon week