95.

Late at night, phone held
close, his voice travels up my
spine in slow shivers.

94.

Afterwards, I would
swear that innocence had
worn him like mirrors.

93.

In your eyes I see
the testaments to all that
could be, just weighing.

92.

We came together
urgently explosive, lost
in the rites between.

91.

Conformity is
but one of segregation's
methods of lynching.

90.

How did privacy
and freedom become rivals
in choosing safety?

89.

Your mouth rubbed mine
in a soft goodbye rightly
read as surrender.