she slept up through my window
her window glasses on
my reflection
was just
her
image


one she
never saw



she looked deep
into
my
eyes
her
favorite
colour pink

pretended not to notice
but we felt her when she blinked


one
black as coal
the whites
of
his
eyes
were
hollow


he watches me unfold


my pages will have no creases
her love for me remains
remains whole


we find in
her

only
comfort


there's no beauty
in
an
sheet that's been stained

until
it
rains

took my canvas to the launder
painted with all my past
come back
with
an
bolt


of
lightning
that could
cut through
diamonds
glass
in
my
haste
we have swallowed
scrptures from the past
she slept up through
my window
?

several love letters
they got scrambled
in
my
head
we
had eggs


we wrote you
from france
the
letters
we're
stuck in man pants


we wrote you
in an bottle
why are you
drunk
she
is
whispering

into teacups

what an tearful
my dear
please
have
an
seat

no


don't set there
















here here here
set my dear
read me
what
we
wrote you
?














...
..
.

was
an
strong horse

that cowboy was hugry
she was wild
he likes
to
ride
*******

he jumped on her
it
was
beautiful

she jumped
she whirled
she buck twirled
he
was
having
an fine
time
on
her
cob
?















...
..
.

let me
love her
again
we
would



would she
?













...
..
.

to me
my dreams
his hands
never
touch
me
oh
how
he kisses me

over and over
he kisses me
his kiss
is
sweet

he give me
love to drink
always naked
with
me


his hands
don't treat me
like an
man

he holds me
in
his
arms
completely

how many times
must we write
how he
is
complete


in
me

cry







cry cry
oh
foul
nations
what best
thou cast
that my
lots
be
drown


what soul beyond
marrow from bone
what words
approache
me
that
i
may
be bound



cling from me
in
your
hours
of
poetry


let us place calm
in your palm
my hands
have
the
nooses
rope burns


we pulled myself
up
after
we clung
?














...
..
.