dis : located

in your absence
i read spam : unmaled

trash silent on
the subject
that enchants : you

so passion waits
for the return

red dust in my : eye
makes rain of pillow talk

delayed response

no leaves

just confusing
patterns
etched on glass
through frost

or freedom

that fine line
blade-red
scored
on whitest skin

just your truth

lying on
blank ground
blinded
yes. leave

intensity

he looked a bit like you;
studying red wine,
concentration undeterred by
friday’s rush to feed
unruly hordes.

his gaze interrogated every
sigh of colour
in advance of later when

she might look a bit like me;
a blushing haze, spilled
wine in your lake.