With Your Name On My Mouth And

I Have Forgotten Your Love, Yet I Seem To Glimpse You In Every Window.

Your Wide Eyes Are The Only Light I Know From Extinguished Constellations.

For Me Writing Is Like Breathing. I Could Not Live Without Breathing And I Could Not Live Without Writing.

From Scarlet To Powdered Gold, To Blazing Yellow, To The Rare Ashen Emerald, To The Orange And Black Velvet Of Your Shimmering Corselet, Out To The Tip That Like An Amber Thorn Begins You, Small, Superlative Being, You Are A Miracle, And You Blaze

Pale Blind Diver, Luckless Slinger, Lost Discoverer, In You Everything Sank!