We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Spaces Between Your Fingers
You will be glad for the brief time you spent with spaces between your fingers.
Cut Roses
I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave
Yours Or Mine
I will not be torn apart by prideful fingertips... Yours or mine.
