The Love Eaters

Dear Friend, when was it you began to fear solitude? To see the entry and exit of blood and breath, the coming and going of life and death as waste if performed in the absence of a lover’s face; From the start, were the spaces between our fingers spread apart to make us crave the…

Reason to Stay

because I am born and I die in the open and close of your eyes — in that dream there is hope for a love more beautiful than this