102.

Laughter fills up the
heart, exploding out from eyes
in shining glory.

101.

The dark sings gentle
lullabies into the light
glow, down from the moon.

100.

My heart is littered
with all the ongoing works
of hope's small trials.

99.

Today is my day.
My day, my day. Today is
my day. And not yours!

98.

It almost hurts, how
very careful they are, from
learned memory.

97.

The beating of this
heart is resounding in the
dull aches of my head.

96.

I am forever
embraced amid the riot
of feelings held like

inexhaustible
threads, linking me to you,
through our history.

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.