683.

A surrender to
the star's chant for a hopeful
childhood's return.

682.

Dressed in the sparkle
and shine of fantasy from
a girl's early years.

681.

An exploration
of vision and dreams cast in
illumination.

680.

I want to feel the
moon's surface pressed under my
skin in adventure.

679.

I dream in fevers
and live in stasis. Reversed
confusion of days.

678.

I think of that dip
in your stomach that begs me
to shovel it out.

677.

I still think of her
in the oddest moments. A
hollow left unfilled.