25.

Night, cannot hide, the
ways in which I can't forget
you. How hard I try.

24.

Supine lust carves out
the lashes on a passing
frenzy of passion.

23.

Distractions in the
air sift dreams throughout your eyes
in a lashed frenzy.

Twenty-two.

Plaintive sorrow lends
beautiful lament in sounds
that are heart breaking.

Twenty-one.

Your eyes tell stories
from within gentle whispers,
fractured in the night.

Twenty.

In the silence of
night, stars break like waves towards
the encroaching dawn.

Nineteen.

The sun moves in a
desperate miming, fisting
hands into the clouds.