606.

I have loved you more
than is reasonable, all
things given, equal.

605.

The slow pull of hands
coaxing me toward the bed,
holds such sweet promise.

604.

The viciousness of
winter storms right before spring
begins, just a taunt.

603.

I wonder if those
same words that snared me do your
other conquests too.

602.

Their love some disease
that deadens the heart before
made sacrificial.

601.

An algebraic
equation of limbs and veins
that no one can solve.

600.

I am trapped inside
by what is impossible
to change: head, heart, soul.