I do not enter lightly, holding a cherished flame so small and my breath high in my throat. The undiluted possibility of your hallowed pathways not even slightly diminished by facilitating tarmac and cafe where I might doff my coat and chat to a companion and pretend I am not bewitched.

Your new boyfriend out drinking, I give you a head massage for old time's sake, lying on the bed beside you, my free hand reaching to where yours lie across the duvet's frozen lake.

The poison came out of nowhere, causing me to obsess of her oft'... leaving me icy cold, defenseless I'm invisible in her presence, so she means nothing to me says my voice... though it clashes violently with meditations I could go adrift chasing her eyes, if only I could stare long enough, but time is always the victor So the dosage is never really available -- and circumstances hasten me into the clear night cleansed by rain (Making me walk with the lonely stars) Her utterances cause dizziness, though they're just spent needles to deliver more anguish and symptoms Soon after her depart

we aren’t so old

'Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
For the mice have their stirring all done and their baking:
Their eggs are all nogging, their fruits are all caking.
It's only tonight they're allowed to relax,
To abandon their skulking and straighten their backs.

Unencumbered by everyday gnawing and squeaks,
They can polish the silver, display the antiques,
Take a brush to tuxedos, untangle the pearls—
Also ascots for boys, silken scarves for the girls.
Then the parents and children process regally

When you come to the end of your rope,
tie a knot and hang on. — FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT
 
I put her fluffy teddy bear down, on the grass. I
look at her tiny frame, racked with fresh agony, and
read her final desires from her innocent fingers.
 
She’s dying inside. But the pain shrinks to the size
of the shiny shell near us. And her joy swells
into a thousand whales. I know she doesn’t want to be
just a smiling bald child, surrounded by Santas, by actors,
by celebrities. She’s a plucky princess who