95.

Late at night, phone held
close, his voice travels up my
spine in slow shivers.

94.

Afterwards, I would
swear that innocence had
worn him like mirrors.

93.

In your eyes I see
the testaments to all that
could be, just weighing.

92.

We came together
urgently explosive, lost
in the rites between.

91.

Conformity is
but one of segregation's
methods of lynching.

90.

How did privacy
and freedom become rivals
in choosing safety?

89.

Your mouth rubbed mine
in a soft goodbye rightly
read as surrender.

88.

The kiss of wind through
the window as lights blink past
teases in kisses.

87.

The taste of autumn
is beginning to settle
its warmth on me.

86.

I yearn to be freed
from these contrived passions
eluding solace.

85.

My mother's ghost sits
over my shoulder for this
anniversary.

84.

And the memory
holders come crawling back out
from their old boxes.

83.

What is matter in
a room full of decisions
long since given out.

82.

Overcast shadows
and dark skies raining. Oh, how
I have missed this place.