1467.

Between us hangs these
few days. Both benediction
and reprieve. Joining.

1466.

He speaks in smoke and
cynicism. A mask on
that beautiful heart.

1465.

It is doubtful that
anyone will bear your same
meaning. Forever.

1464.

The psalms of belief
are etched in my spine and spilled
from my veins. Bleeding.

1463.

Bodies are bent as
furniture and lit like shrines.
Soul's genuflecting.

1462.

Survival the game
of tattered hearts looking for
some part shared future.

1461.

Always left praying
that between us the ground won't
split. Set, division.