480.

I think of you, hand
in mine, awkwardly fervent
with love held between.

479.

Her vulnerable
tragedy seduces one
into a heart's trap.

478.

The colored fever
of this fall's storms, resonates
like an anchored bell.

477.

The cogitating
of a mind, instills such an
urgently pressed lust.

476.

The demonstrative
love between ends as little
more than a hanging.

475.

The heart of music
reaches out and catches me
with each pulse of sound.

474.

And on their ghosts roll
and tumble within my ribs,
my mother and hers.