part threat, part dare.

Because learning flints

the sphere of ideals.

Rolling off my tongue, graceful like the currents of a spring freshet

December leaning into January

and the cold months that followed.

you looked skyward too

You stare at that scene--all sun, all joy…

Where do you feel safe bringing them? 

Where are they safe?

Because of him

you love when five-o-clock shadow

makes your lips tingle.

See, quills can be softened on the tongue.

Its alabaster palm will lean to sow

what words will wind within their binding strictures

There's enough Summer here
for a boy to play until
he can no longer see his hands.

little silhouettes
in Jesse’s ___________
small beings that are not
there 

Terrible things happen to good people

There are no answers beyond
what or why, nothing to ascertain.

God rested on the seventh day,
yet I dread to rest

The sky wore the regalia of flames

Adam adores me.
I’m confused when he says it…

I’m lost like the night

沙 /sha/: sand is something holding little water

Although it looks as if they're only sharing a dirty joke,
still one wonders what they're talking about