1867.

Here, our bodies curved
into the hollows of each
other, is soft love.

1866.

A meeting of hope,
when our hearts seek to meet their
match across distance.

1865.

Thanksgiving, the tool
by which appreciation
should be extended.

1864.

How very little
you know is obvious by
how loud you tell it.

1863.

The burst of color
bleeds from my eyes in slow
drawn kaleidoscopes.

1862.

The unrelenting
visual emotions in
the sky today, storms.

1861.

Your image is the
flower pressed in homage of
hope between my bones.