319.

A generation
of empty faces and hearts
hides between my bones.

318.

Singed fingers too soon
forget the lessons of burns
when the flame beckons.

317.

The moon is casting
its seductive fever down
tonight, all beware.

316.

Your sentimental
heart latches onto the past
to hold day at bay.

315.

The wisps of new blooms
filled the air with their shower
of tender kisses.

314.

Can one call it love
when it comes with that many
provisions and traps?

313.

The serpentine coils
of your back muscles moving
together lures so.

312.

Trapped between them, we
are left try to and morse code
messages to each

other through the beat
of our perennially lost
and staggered hearts here.

311.

Watching you dance is
such sweet pleasure as your feet
do verily sing.

310.

He tongued a million
new experiences on
my skin in bare blinks.

309.

A tiny David
thwarts a French Goliath and
then... drunken parties.

308.

The fervency of
expended emotions holds
both glory and fear.

307.

The conversation
of veins, split and rewound to
the start, is true love.

306.

Drawn into the soft
mythology of love that
supersedes harsh fact.