(2003)
Hair grows and skin sheds and nail… And still my heart is true Days pass and nights stretch and t… And still my heart wants you Dust settles, wounds heal and scar…
Dirty, fallen angel With your dented, grubby halo You’ve been up all night again, Drinking with the devil’s foot sol… He’s left his smell on you
The grey sky hung low and heavy That cold October day. Downstairs, the house began to rou… —I chose to stay away. Well-intentioned warmth and care
Pulling the door closed with a cli… the spring air pulses through my v… With a quick, light, fickle step I start to feel alive again. As his body thrusts its way to the…
Secrets of sleepy suburbia behind… Kicked off high heels, scruffied s… still, hidden lives play out insid… Dark dramas execute themselves and… mundanity trickles on and the surr…
Etched into her All those little things he said. The words come back again and agai… Soaked into her, Pressed between her pages
It catches her unawares Cinching cold in her chest Veins of icy crystals Freezing inside herself It hits her deep in the lungs
I feel the warmth of your body holding me in a protective ring. I smell the ironed cleanness of yo… as you pull me closer. As I cling to you, knowing this is the moment
Her eyelids unfold slowly, night shutters open. Her horizon begins to fill, takes… The brown curves of his neck, shoulder, bicep. His back
White spots sparkle on the water, Sun streaks catch the waves. Eyes bubble - startled tears. The train moves on its way. This place. This nook. This small…
The unspoken words grapple at my t… Searing, swelling up. Tear them out. Clutch them. As you’re clutching me now. Holding them inside is heavy.
When you are gone and I am grey, I’ll look back fondly on this day. Your ice-blue eyes and ice-cream s… will dance before me yet awhile. Those little looks, your searching…
Racing ahead, rushing at speed. Where does it come from, this urge… This need for an answer, conclusio… Why can’t you be happy with simply… and hanging in mid-air, waiting an…
There’s dayglow-soaked outrage all over the news. Petitions, bold claims and die-in campaigns. Point-scoring games
So here we are then, you and I. Us. When did you and I become us? I look at you. Look back at you through a myriad prism of snapshot…