HONEY

How would I forget how you pierced through my walls and windows The warmth of drizzling honey— A mid-summer sunset on a bleak December With eyes closed, and arms open I let you build a home in me Your stare hit me, your touch burned me You took my breath and my words away That …

I’D WRITE ABOUT YOU

Maybe my words don't have value as much as yours... but I'd still write about you. I'd write about you on empty music sheets and dusky dawn, through the corners of an old hallway, through freezing glass windows on a Monday morning, through sunsets and good nights that were never said. I'd write about you …