“Dawn is a crack between worlds, the thorn-prick // of bramble-lipped mourning bristling without warning against the / flesh-melting milk-velvet of our kisses, perverting to poison / their…”

“And the desire of my heart realizes / itself, a celebration of life / in reverse, to see by the light that / is within me a third…”

“This hearth heals with warmth what its light / burns, consoles without want for reward in return / for the service those whose burdens its torch / bears…”

“Life and death go out with the letters today. / Unguarded, even, by a form of address, this effusiveness / is my salutation, friend. In better circumstances…”

“Fire as truth, how I burn for you, / a whisper through a brush, hair rushing between / fingers to unbraid itself, breath loosening what secrets / have…”