2014.

A grudging habit
made up of locks and bondage.
A forced surrender.

2013.

A face pressed down in-
to those ribs for completion.
But masks never count.

2012.

A psalm of fingers,
spread like hungry starfish on
your skin. Still hungry.

2011.

A will to swallow
down another heart's soul. Our
mouths flush with romance.

2010.

Where intimacy
becomes a matter of screens
instead of bodies.

2009.

Culpable guilt points
back at everyone in the
room. We're such liars.

2008.

Held up by days when
every word seems to hold the
same meaning. Circles.