368.

The day stretches out,
full of so much that I don't
want to get to do.

367.

The thoughts sweep in, such
captive imaginations,
holding hope hostage.

366.

Your expectations
hold and sink down over me,
not unlike a shroud.

365.

An empty dance, left
to never be mastered. Each
day tried again new.

364.

The caveats I
place on love must confuse. Just
forward and then back.

363.

I want to wear your
adoration, but only
in those bare moments.

362.

You see me through a
window, painted in moisture,
muted to vision.

361.

Always seeking some
promise, impossible though
its believing is.

360.

This is the weight sewn
into a hem, dragging one
toward a heart's death.

359.

I want your eyes to
be charcoals, burning with need
each time you see me.

358.

I envy the sun,
shielded from other's presence
on punishment death.

357.

They all fear leaving,
while for me, the tragedy
is in their staying.

356.

The days of blue skies
theater welcomes me with
its fragile embrace.

355.

If only more males
would bother being fathers,
not playing at men.