dear, your lazy lips
-  like two eclipses
and a sphere,
bisected by puffs

dead roses
thorn-pierced
to violets,
like
our hate,
in
a watered glass
grave.

Sitting to practice relaxation.
Misplaced pavement slabs stick out.
I try, now, not to trip, but it's happened.
I try, now, not to wish.

Rain induced meridian response.
Red caffeine lattice on black.
I try, now, not to sip ashamedly.
I try, now, not to wish.

I won't try to keep myself locked up.
I won't repress what I am,
as if I'm only so valid
as I am fitted
and dressed
to expect.