bending back over the burden of crossings and crosses burning my fortunate eyes and if i could i surely would breathe a little lighter but i’m overcome terror takes too many hands to make me believe what the looking glass tells me i fear and if i could i surely would fight a little harder […]


for every night the moon saw me drunk on bottled silences laced with liquid dreams… for every dawn that¹s sealed your caresses in a rapid twilight ecstacy… for the ocean of barren dessert who finds her oasis in a distant fertile sea… touch my fingers… wet my eyes… and breathe on me….