1467.

Between us hangs these
few days. Both benediction
and reprieve. Joining.

1466.

He speaks in smoke and
cynicism. A mask on
that beautiful heart.

1465.

It is doubtful that
anyone will bear your same
meaning. Forever.

1464.

The psalms of belief
are etched in my spine and spilled
from my veins. Bleeding.

1463.

Bodies are bent as
furniture and lit like shrines.
Soul's genuflecting.

1462.

Survival the game
of tattered hearts looking for
some part shared future.

1461.

Always left praying
that between us the ground won't
split. Set, division.

1460.

Together, we're just
a cataclysm of motion.
Fault lines in progress.

1459.

Each moment of this
discovery unearths a
deeper longing. Please.

1458.

Fragility and
beauty too often meet at
the corner of loss.

1457.

Sometimes we loose the
strings of grounded mores. Praying
the wind will carry.

1456.

Grasping avarice
guised as hearts devours each
hope before escape.

1455.

Too often the lure
of memory tethers to
earth those meant to fly.

1454.

The world is bursting
in a dress homage to warmth
and vibrant color.