I would not have known how much I desired you
till I spotted the red mark on your neck which you
said was an insect bite but I knew
was an act of love

Today

A sudden intense desire
to be sentimental 

If I could write just one last song

would you sing it for me

as the Hemlock sinks

Please do not weep 

Would you make tea ?

arrange the wild Lilies ?

I feel the waves swell

the grey river calls me

 

Samsung beauty mode

How tearless have I become
How untouched by touch
I sink in sleep
and wake in dream
Sunday books and
careless selfies
filtering all wretchedness